T? no tienes la culpa mi amor
Que el mundo sea tan feo
T? no tienes la culpa mi amo
De tanto tiroteo
Vas por la calle llorando
L?grimas de oro
Vas por la calle brotando
L?grimas de oro

T? no tienes la culpa mi amor
De tanto cachondeo
T? no tienes la culpa mi amor V?monos de jaleo
Ah? por la calle llorando
L?grimas de oro
Ah? por la calle brotando
L?grimas de oro

Lleg? el cocodrilo y Super Chango
Y toda la vaina de Maracaibo
En este mundo hay mucha confusi?n
Suenan los tambores de la rebeli?n

Suena mi pueblo suena la raz?n
Suena el guaguancon t? no tienes la culpa mi amor
L?grimas de oro…

L?nzame los trastos baby,
aunque me den, que me den en la cabeza.
L?nzame los trastos baby,
aunque me den , que me den en la cabeza,
Que a m? me gustan las tentaciones fuertes,
yo necesito preposiciones deshonestas.
Si, cabe, con , contra, desde y hasta por seg?n,
Si, cabe, con, contra, desde y hasta por seg?n,
S? pa bailar, s? pa bailar.
Que yo no puedo con tanta tonter?a,
que yo no puedo, no puedo, no puedo, no puedo,
no puedo con tanta tonter?a, te morder?a.
Que bella est? la luna que bonito viene el d?a,
que bella est? la luna que bonito viene el d?a.
Qu? lindo es el ni?o que yo quiero, toda la vida te espero.
S?lo te pido con un desplante que tu cuerpo moreno se eche palante,
se eche palante, se eche palante, palante, palante.
Leilerele, lereilerele, lereilerelel?….
Lanzame los trastos baby,
aunque me den , que me den en la cabeza.
L?nzame los trastos baby,
aunque me den que me den en la cabeza,
que a m? me gustan las tentaciones fuertes,
yo necesito preposiciones deshonestas.
Si cabe con contra desde y hasta por seg?n,
Si cabe con contra desde y hasta por seg?n,
S? pa bailar, s? pa bailar.
Que yo no puedo con tanta diplomacia,
que yo no puedo, no puedo, no puedo
Con tanta diplomacia, no me hace gracia.
Que bella est? la luna que bonito viene el d?a,
que bella est? la luna que bonito viene el d?a.
Si supieras el liguero que llevo puesto,
te faltar?a el aliento, te quedar?as traspuesto
S?lo te pido con un desplante que tu cuerpo moreno se eche palante.
Se eche palante, se eche palante, palante, palante.

You were always different
Had a big dream in your heart
This ole cowtown couldn’t hold you down
Once you caught your star
I stood out on the runway
And watched you taxi past
I would have gone anywhere with you
But you never asked

You went from Beaumont to L.A.
And L.A. to the moon
An overnight success
You put a lot of years into
You tell me nothing’s different
I’m just a call away from you
But it feels more like the distance
From L.A. to the moon

I would never stop you
I only want to see you fly
But is it wrong to want to see you
Flying home tonight
You know how proud you make me
I could never hold you down
But what I’d give to hold you down here
In this Texas town

You went from Beaumont to L.A.
And L.A. to the moon
An overnight success
You put a lot of years into
You tell me nothing’s different
I’m just a call away from you
But it feels more like the distance
From L.A. to the moon

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago

Took a look around, see which way the wind blow

Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light

Or just another lost angel…City of Night



City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c’mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs

Into your blues, into your blues, yeah

Into your blue-blue Blues

Into your blues, ohh, yeah I see your hair is burnin’

Hills are filled with fire

If they say I never loved you

You know they are a liar Drivin’ down your freeways

Midnite alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars

Never saw a woman…

So alone, so alone

So alone, so alone

Motel Money Murder Madness

Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’

Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’

Got to keep on risin’

Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’

Mojo Risin’, gotta Mojo Risin’

Mr. Mojo Risin’, gotta keep on risin’

Risin’, risin’

Gone risin’, risin’

I’m gone risin’, risin’

I gotta risin’, risin’

Well, risin’, risin’

I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin’

Woah, ohh yeah



Well, I just got into town about an hour ago

Took a look around, see which way the wind blow

Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light

Or just another lost angel…City of Night



City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c’mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman

L.A. Woman, your my woman

Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman

L.A. L.A. Woman Woman

L.A. Woman c’mon

L.A. L.A. big city of dreams
but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems
you might get fooled if you come from outta town
cuz we comin from Queens and gets down

Jose-Luis gotcha holdin guns in tons
general, Emanual rock emerald
government out to get me, tryin to stick me
move quickly, yo the god study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands together
Regulate, drama kickin like East state
money to make, 1st of the month son chop the wait
break the law and gotta score like before
Armageddon, mary-tree smoke wettin
if thats jeddy, shoppin sprees are ready

My crew in the front got it lock
my live niggas in the back got the gat
so were true to this black
4-4 like some more
1 to the dome, lubricate your thoughts
black mask stole the ride to avoid up north
jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see you
but nine out of ten niggas wouldnt wanna be you
rob him for his cash and spend it like
B-diem(echo)
Ah-yo the rap shit is ill
kid you make mad dough but still
hit your crew off it aint slink-real
show some love kid aint no selfish shit here

Chorus: repeat 4X

Im in too deep, losin sleep I can’t call it
in love wit this drug shit, loyal and all for it
whats a nigga to do? wit no cash at 22
take it, or find the best way to make it fast
my mans rakin cash, fuck bein lieutenant
Im in it to win it so it might just take a minute
to gain grams, put my game plan in action
ways to make it happen, to days to get the jack-son
once the weight comes, I’m outta state triple sums
count my funds, I got guns that cripple sons
What’s the use of heat, wit no dough to flee the streets
caught a trace of no chaser and your dead meat
Legal aid type of rider, have you shppied in greens
10 thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream
Game is deeper than the sea itself
agile moves to make fragile crews deflate under pressure
take it to the next measure wit all pleasure
and stack treasure….Illegal life forever

Yeah all together, like a butter soft leather

Been on this planet for 25 years and still strong
the worlds rotten like the veins in my fathers arm
I remain calm, study Isalm, read the Torah
world goin in flames like Sodom and Gomora
Niggas dried up
layin in the box from the virus
commercial thugs tried to bust gats at the livest
its like in crime, only will shine real survivors
yall hallf-way niggas, I’d advise you not to try this
so brace yourself before you get yourself laced
fuckin wit them sick Arabic scarface
La ellah illa Allah illa Allah
your fuckin wit the god
Escumar Asdubar
Official, my missle rips through your bone gristle
why you sneak leavin niggas get locked and blow the whistle
for the jake, my mouthpiece remains my new
team made my bail, scooped me in the Lex-Coupe
now I’m out back to the galaxy of Queens
live between the crimes scenes
servin fans like fiends….fiends….fiends….
so it seems

Yo, eternally
the game reverse and burn me
my man turn states and took the 1 to 3
snitchin on me, how could it be we was team
I guess it got divided by the cream
FBI, raided my crib where I live
snatch my wife, child welfare took my kids
yo I can’t live
I got hit wit double life bid
From the stress, my head throbbin like a tumor
its 1 o’clock niggas are lock I catch shuma
lay down my towel slide off my suede pumas
the rumors spread around the jail like that
been down for 6 joints holdin down this flat
Latin Kings do they things, ice pick for gats
tryin to lay my garbody gats all on they back
but never that….

yo..Q-B-C, 2-5 and Mobb Deep
mami rest in peace
its Allah
one love to that nigga Marley Marl

When cops are taking care of business I can understand
But the L.A. story’s gone way out of hand
Their acts of aggression, they say they’re justified
But it seems an obsession has started from the inside
They’re shooting anyone who even tries to run
They’re shooting little kids with toy guns
Take it to a jury but they don’t give a damn
Because the one who tells the truth is always the policeman
CHORUS
Beat all the niggers
Beat whoever you see
Don’t need a reason
(We’re) L.A.P.D.
The city of L.A. feels like a prison
With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by
Martial law ain’t no solution
Police brutality’s just social pollution
Beat all the white trash
Beat whoever you see
Don’t need a reason
(We’re) L.A.P.D.
They say they’re keeping the peace
But I’m not buying it because a billy club ain’t much of a pacifier
“Protecting your freedom”
Now that’s just a lie
It’s an excuse for power that’s more like an alibi
Law and order doesn’t really matter
When you’re the one getting bruised and battered
You take it to a jury, they’ll throw it in your face
Because justice in L.A. comes in a can of mace
CHORUS

Intro:

It’s like, it’s like this
Word up, knowhutI’msayin? One time for your mind, y’knowI’msayin?
Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough’s thorough
You know the time, y’knowI’msayin?
Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down
It’s hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y’knowI’msayin?
(L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y’knowI’msayin?
Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this

Verse 1:

As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack
Can’t hold me back, I’m too strong, I waited too long
Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song
Been in the game since…what? That shit is past tense
Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C
with that ill shit, I came to kill shit
I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit
But in this era of mayhem
I recyc’ the murderous rhymes to slay them
To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark
the verbal scientist in your title, I’m walkin wit it
A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill
seekers
An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I’m slangin the mic
like a syllable shotty, sippin 40’s

Chorus:

Check it out y’all, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
Check it out now, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Verse 2:

Bona fide B-boy, biceps’ bionic
Blast em back, okay let’s get it started
Original rap styles comin from my shooter
Fifty niggas deep, I’m the ill kid recruiter
People gather round, check my flow
listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know (What they
know?)
I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill
You couldn’t stop the pain with Benadryl
Too many claim unnamed for fame
or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
I take a raptor’s rough cos I’lla date the semen
Spectators be sayin they can’t go where he went
That’s another level of attack (haa), bring your bats
My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack
I slice the rapper like a surgeon
If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban
Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
Ya better take some notes, don’t try to get on after me
Cos I’m the chemical enemical
Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle

Chorus:

Check it out y’all, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the real players and all the fly girls
Check it out now, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the real players and all the fly girls

Verse 3:

Feelin the metronome click, my microphone’s on
It’s time to kiss Sharief to perform
Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square
I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes
I’m natural as loaded dice, understand
where no man survives, L.A.W. can
Transform, I see it ain’t even worth ya triggers
I’m from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas
Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade
rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
You better cos your dome piece blown
Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin
Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows
Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so
sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit
Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit
When I crush your lungs,

[Bobo]
Once again
We’re back
It’s the big bad Cypress Hill
You know what time it is

[Beat fades in]
{5x} Whoop
Legalize it,
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Legalize it (Yeah)
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Will ADVERTISE IT!

Chorus – Cypress featuring Kokane

Once Upon,
*singing*
Muggs, Sen Dog *Bing* B-Real and Bobo
L.I.F.E (Now Here it is )
Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo)
Cypress Hill is still here
We’re from *?* those glad emcees
Stilly Puffin Weed, Weed
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why
Why-y-y

[B-Real]
Never fucked like this
But I smoke blunts like this (Ha!)
People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? (and like that?)
Cuz I believe in doing what I got’ a
A lot’ a people don’t understand nada
The Mic burns you as it turn’s to a slaughter
You wanna think about
Chilling the fuck out
You all (C’mon chill)
Top Allah, Pop color
Niggas, LatinThugs
All my family love winners
Beginners get pushed to back of the pack
Invented and left out without no attack
You’re at the top of the game
But you work on a name
It took one day to put us in the walk of fame (Yo)
Don’t call a name to recall the fame
Eventually Dru Hill is in the hall of fame
You know what the deal is
You know what the HILL is
You know what the B-Real is
You know what my skill is

Chorus &
Hook 4X

[Sen Dog]
I get mental
This ain’t no pad and a pencil
Throw the microphone my only utensil
I tag the cheque like I got nothing to lose (That’s right)
I test myself set up, just shut up
And brew that C-Y-P-R-E-S-S
Got you funky and I real deaf
Put it to the test
And you will confess
Soul Assassins is the best
Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (echoes)
Sixth LP from that ThugDogLatin
I turn the heat up and keep it hot
Always give ya mo’ and then thank we got
Phreak the HIP HOP and the hot ride
I’m home to make shows and I came right
At first ‘self titled’ , became an idol
Back when I was seen in a Sub town barrio

Chorus &
Hook 4X

Now Here it is
Bo Bo Bo Bo

[B Real]
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why

(ween is in big trouble dudes)

Includes Raps from Prince’s ‘Alphabet Street’ and ‘Shockadelica’

Take off your shirt
Feel free like a bird
Makin love in the sun is fun I’ve heard
I?m coming from far away
Coming to you and that?s what i say
I’m Ronny – the sunshine man
I will love you in the sand
I got it – hey can’t you see
It’s L.O.V.E. yeah

L.O.V.E. – Gimme some sex on the beach
And I’ll keep on learning all that you can teach
Your skin is like a peach
Gimme some sex on the beach
Oh baby just fly me
The sky’s in reach
L.O.V.E. – gimme some sex on the beach
And I’ll start believing everything you preach
Because I miss you now
Gimme some sex on the beach
Oh baby I’m crying
Right now I’m dying
Longing for you
L.O.V.E. – Gimme some sex on the beach

Let your pants slip
Right off your hip
I’ll take you on a sexy trip
You’ll love it – the sand is wet
You’ll get some fun like you never had
Just come on – the beach is wide
I?ll take you for a special ride
Just follow – follow your heart
It’s L.O.V.E. yeah