Cuban Necktie Lyrics & Tabs by Cypress Hill
Cuban Necktie
guitar chords lyrics
Sen Dog:
Ya está dicho, está hecho en la sangre
de todos los criminales
del grupo de Cypress Hill
¡pa' que sepan! Estamos en tu cara otra vez
y no nos vamos a ir en tu?
[Verse 1]
I do it to ya all like in your earhole, cuz
I'ma "Goodfella" just like De Niro, punk
I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh
I get your woman off like Robbie Shapiro, what?
You want jellyroll son, I'm a hero, oh
You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then
You say you hate me but you follow my career though huh
Wanna see a trick? I make you disappear yo, yo
You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then
You say you hate me but you follow my career though huh
Wanna see a trick? I make you disappear yo, yo
I make it hotter than a fuckin' inferno
Wanna test you comin' up shorter than DeVito
I'll scar your face when I cut you like Pacino
You gamble with your life inside of my Casino
Hold up I'm runnin' shit just like Gambino
I got the hogs sweatin' more than Bob Barino
I switch tongue cuando estás en mi camino
Then I switch it back cuz in that style I swing yo'
Beat your head like a drum yeah, a todo ritmo
I sit back simply pretend I'm Ringo
Slay you any style yeah whatever type of lingo
I'm a natural killer like Tarantino, yeah
[HOOK]
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit
[Verse 2]
Call me breakin' think you know my nigga Dino
With the Ratpack nigga sippin' on vino
I give it to you double XXL like Chino
I'm the eastsidah who's reppin' Angelino's
I know you trippin' but I'm due another single, ha
Treat the music like my honey got a wrinkle, yeah
I'm the mushroom making people tickle
You couldn't hang with a joint from Domingo's
So, you gotta make room when you hear my jingle
Like I crack your head with the bat, big Bambino style
(boomya!)
You smoked out there in San Bernadino
We fuck shit up with the hardcore estilo
(Bandido!) light your lighter then a kilo
I'm Megatron got you wet like a Primo
Cancerous rhyme now that you needin' chemo
Peace to my fam out in El Cerrino
That's right punk, it's the soul asesino
Better watch your back, who's pilin' up cochinos?
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit
[Verse 3]
Killin' niggas like a Sicilian named Gino
When your numbers up all my nigga yell regal
You a fine woman, was a fine Filipino, then
She looked good in the black Benzino, yeah
Yo' style's not yours like Doritos
With the fabulous fall just like the Beatles
Platinum dust oh now you wanna sprinkle, well
I clown niggas much more than Melenko's, heh
For all the wild ones and all my vecinos
Never get your ass caught up with a stank hoe
Pussy weigh deeper than a big fucking cinco
Don't be mad I'm lookin out for my amigo
You wanna copy my style? go to Kinko's
Watch me, I'm reloaded, just like Carlito
My style so dope they should label it illegal
You want beef? then I call my nigga Steve-o
Whip your ass up just like Niccoleo
Sayin' my name burst your mark like "Tapatío!", punk
You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it
You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill with it
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit
Sen Dog:
That's right comepingas, mira, óyeme
te voy a decir una cosa: el Capitán Pingaloca
no juega a ningún juego ¿sabes qué?
¡Voy a venir con el machete a cortarte la cabeza hijo de puta!
No me gustan estos maricones que vienen por aquí
con el pecho saca'o, hablando cosas mierdas.
Mira, maricón, te corto el corazón y me lo como
y despues me echo un mojón con tu comida
jajaja... pa' que sepas, así son las cosas...
¿Cómo se dice?... ¡¡Revolución compadre!
