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Cypress Hill - The Only Way

[Chorus: Male singing]
Sometimes I think about the only way,
That I'll ever see life beyond
L.A. is dyiiiiiiiing!
Sometimes I think about the only way,
That I'll ever see life beyond
L.A. is...

[Verse 1:]
[Sen Dog:]
Only way out is in a bag I figga!
You and me little punk-ass nigga!
Once you down with me, you down for life!
Wish they hustlin' fo'. - Keep the family tight.
We run business, snow I witness
With evidence and contradiction!
That's why I only love to control it.
Love for my hood and the niggas that I roll with!
[B-Real:]
I love L.A., but it's a jungle,
We come from the darkest corners, where all the street kids rumble.
Get they hustle on and hold dies - in a bundle,
Stumble! - And the grandson can't stay humble.
Many catch justice and other pressure and crumble
Will them fuckers catch them bound, they're catch a couple,
Streets of hot lead sure enough make you tumble
No names attached, they can put you out with one blow!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
[B-Real:]
From EastSide to the valley
Raw dogs all over L.A. here representin' Cali'!
Lowriders and hot women. - Whatchu tell me?
We rollin' out here indo, nigga it's so smelly!
Don't slip and you could get dropped through the alley
And violated for credit and stuck in your belly!
Cause it's all about survival.
Better learn it quick or you might get wet on arrival!
[Big Sen:]
I got ways of dealin' with my own
It's better rough now smoking for sure!
Hot and heavy when I break a nigga
Heat on the street in the form of gangbangers.
This side of the Earth don't forgive!
Chew you up spit you out like this!
Legal bill and stung like hell,
Hunt your ass down to the graveyard hell! (hell!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: B-Real]
I said don't fuck growing up in the Angel City
Caught a glimpse of life and say it with me.
I was an outlaw for so many years, son the tears come
Reminensing about the homies awaitin' here!
Escape the street karma, no matter what keep comin'
Could never much sleep! - You know everything is much harder.
We set-up and get - caught up, and setup and get shot up!
If you wanna survive - better have the street knowledge!
Rappers! - Actors! - Gangsters, ballers!
Wanksters, cop cars, we pop collars, chop dollars!
Better have your shit on lock. - You got back wallets
So you might have a braveheart like Chris' Wallace.
With a chip on your shoulder, nigga I look freeze
I'm the coldest nigga who put trigger with thieves.
[?] mothafucka! - I know life's cold as hell
When you're all alone and ain't nobody runnin' with ya.

[Chorus]

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