Hill Cypress Boom Biddy Bye Bye Lyrics

Boom Biddy Bye Bye Lyrics

Boom biddy bye bye  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

  

 Step back as I'm kicking up dust  

 For a while  

 As I put mothafuckas to rest  

 And pull their files  

  

 Out from the cabinet  

 With the picture  

 Get the 45 and settle it  

 With this punk nigger  

  

 Slow your roll  

 As I take control  

 Take your toke from the Indo'  

 Then hit and hold  

  

 Now let it out  

 How you feel when the herb  

 Got you by the balls  

 And you're coughing up a lung anyhow  

  

 You can't shake  

 That nigger that's gonna brake  

 Fool  

 On any one member of your bitch crew  

  

 As I pull the trigger  

 On my nine  

 Say goodnight nigger  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Any last prayers before you die  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye  

  

 You ain't never caught a rabbit  

 So you ain't no friend of mine  

 It's a habit  

 Barkin' up your tree with my nine  

  

 Keep your bitch on a leash or at home  

 A nick knack  

 Paddywack  

 Give the dog a bone  

 The raw dog  

 Fuck a law dog  

 Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off  

 'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up  

 Buckle up  

 Chin checking  

 It's on I reckon  

 It's the wild wild west  

 Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest  

 Let me guess  

 Everybody wanna test  

 Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses  

 Laudy daudy  

 We're fucking everybody  

 Boom biddy bye  

 Sing the lullaby  

 In the party  

  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Any last prayers before you die  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye  

  

 Yes yes ya'll  

 To the beat ya'll  

 Watch a punk slipin' see the pouta fall  

 I'm buck-loody  

 Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me  

 'Cause the nigger gets so funky  

 Fool I'm the one  

 From  

 The big bad Cypress Hill clique, a  

 Number one son of the funk freaka  

 Yes yes ya'll  

 I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast ya'll  

 Comin' from the west ya'll  

 But I figure  

 You'd cry like a bitch  

 Don't twitch  

 'Cause I just might pull the trigga  

 Now lay down  

 Stay down  

 Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground  

 Don't fuck don't say nothin'  

 You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die  

  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Any last prayers before you die  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye  

  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Any last prayers before you die  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye  

  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 It's time to die  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Time to say good-bye  

  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Now it's time to die  

 Boom biddy bye bye  

 Now it's time to die