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Muggs - Don't Trip |
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[Chorus] Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins We come and blast them We Eastside riders, this is how we doin' [B-Real] I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones Soul Assassins family click you know the dark one Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off The track, got em showin off, blowin off All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa Top billa, bankaccount filla Spittin out more hot shit then Godzilla The firebreatha, turn up your receiva I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka No you can't fuck with this... No you can't fuck with this... Chorus [B-Real] You can't hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry Don't worry, Imma settle this, get the fist I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist You insist to be here, I make this clear It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend Hanging with my crew and steady serving Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas I make figures for all the soldiers to follow Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ... I see you in the next one, I test one When you flex son, respect one, the best one Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, blastin you on In the race called life yo we passin you on Chorus Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins We come and blast them We Eastside riders, this is how we doin' Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die |
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