Another Victory Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Another Victory Lyrics

    Get ready motherfuckers!

    You can't fuck with the [spanish]
    Please no interruptions
    Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
    Like my rag top six-five
    Smash you with the switches
    The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches
    Why you runnin like bitches
    With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate
    Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what
    You want this joint, suck it inhale nut
    Niggas are feelin' this track in Braile, huh
    We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what
    You understand, immitators gotta bail up
    To all the males and females gangin' up
    All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up
    I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up
    Slangin' cuts

    Chorus:

    Your squad against mine
    Your minor leaks with major
    Detail the plans like verse
    Hit hard, catch you off guard
    Another Victory

    I slay rappers with precision
    I got vision like Anakin
    You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a manequin
    My high lyrics constantly brain damagin'
    Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin'
    Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics
    That play like a mandalin
    I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin'
    I kill flows on tracks who abandonin'
    I eat you like pussy, then take a sample,
    Then spit fire in the places you standin' in
    I take a fool to the Hill
    Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'
    Now I see your whole brain's scramblin'
    Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga

    Chorus

    I spark cells of a rhythm
    You best listen, get it over with
    Stolen shit, rollin it, Cypress ownin' it
    Bitin' niggas clonin it,
    I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it
    Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it
    Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it
    The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it
    You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it
    Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it
    Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it
    Five child in the world who's ropin' it
    Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit
    I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit
    I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch

    Chorus

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