Cypress Hill - Another Body Drops Lyrics

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Another Body Drops

Another Body Drops Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Another Body Drops By Cypress Hill?
You ready holmie?
Yup. My first mission runnin' through the head to smoke jack With memories poppin' in my head recall that Late night creepin' through the alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views A sawed off pumped in my hand with two shells The other four holmies on the scene with cocktails One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell Someone lookin' through windows the door bells Goes off followed by the punk you gas bomb Adrenaline pumped up still I remain calm House lit up you could see it for eight blocks Runnin' through the hood run in front of the fade cops The game chase but they couldn't cover the streets up Rolled out ran into the spot to meet up Strapped down covered up the tracks and back home Laid low earned me a stripe perfect no [Chorus] Shoot 'em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can't stop the head nod Soot 'em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can't stop the hip-hop Shoot 'em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can't stop the head nod Shoot 'em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can't stop the gunshots Yeah I'll hit your block up better lock up F*ck the gang and shit don't stop uh A mad dog with a bob in the reagle Go into mode and just kill all your people Coast to coast ain't a nigga more evil Now made me act a lot and call Sen Diesel Rock the block with the M one six .44 mag like a east war fit This here granadilla break you off right quick Be prayin' up to Jesus and all that shit Uh niggas be jackin' when they see my bucket Roll down they block they hide and say f*ck it Come back in form of an assassin Three hundred yards with the infrared action Troop is the layer black Doc Holiday Cuancho raider the modern day huh [Chorus] Yeah, now shooting up your town. Them bad ass assassins, boy. Thought you knew. Check this out, you better be packin', fool. Hyeah. I manned all missions when I was a youth so thoughtless G ride no fingerprints it's spotless Six bows hittin' all the Gs and we got this Rag top down like a stripper that's topless See me hittin' the corner you meltdown Slugs fly thugs die moment ya fell down Somebody's screamin' you hangin' the hell down I'm certified nigga when you're sittin' there spellbound No thoughts barkin' just hearin' the hellhounds Burn you with the heaters spittin' out twelve rounds It's life in the hood no escapin' the gunplay Buy one day I'm out gotta figure out some way Rats in the park all scatter when guns spray Got you locked in now where do the slugs stray I found ways out but the street be one way Got a dark mind no thoughts blacker than Sunday [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Another Body Drops By Cypress Hill?
Larry E. Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
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