Hill Cypress Hole In The Head Lyrics

Hole In The Head Lyrics

Sen Dog] Gangster Red  whassup yo?  

 [Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang  

 Verse One: B Real  

 Madman gonna get cha  quick with the cuente  

 See a gang  no there ain't no jugete  

 Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down  

 Who you lookin at  you tryin to fade me clown?  

 Plato  si mon  you want static  

 When you reach for your gat to load your automatic  

 (Boo yaa!!) Spittin out buckshots  

 Homey say blood claat  so you can call a pig  

 Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco  

 Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and  

 Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog  

 A hole in your head  

 A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head  

 In your head!  

 A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head  

 You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin  

 head  

 Huh!/In your head  

 A hole in the head, a hole in the head  

 Verse Two: B-Real  

 Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin  

 See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in  

 I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin  

 Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin  

 Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag  

 But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag  

 He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?  

 It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome  

 Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome  

 Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home  

 But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty  

 White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!  

 Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin  

 Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon  

 Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner  

 And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner  

 Still had the forty, comin at the alley  

 Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink  

 In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right  

 Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on  

 That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)  

 A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)  

 Get your ass down! And by the way  

 Chorus  

 A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all  

 Scooby Doo!  

 A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all  

 Doobie doo!  

 A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!  

 Scooby Doo!  

 A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all  

 Verse Three: B-Real  

 Six rollin up and now he's really baffled  

 Brother's thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up)  

 Beat down (down) on the way to the station  

 Gaffled up from a false accusation  

 Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the  

 attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined  

 Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya  

 Wet ya, you know homes the picture  

 (Yeah you never been to jail boy!)  

 Broomstick up your ass  

 And by the way, you get  

 Chorus 2X  

 [Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up  

 This is hell boy  

 [Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang  

 [Sen Dog] What side is that Red?  

 [B-Real] Can they kick it?  

 Can they kick it?  

 Yeah, can they kick it?  

 I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it