Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Louis Freese, Senen Reyes, Larry Muggerud
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Cypress HillBoom Biddy Bye Bye Lyrics:
Boom biddy bye bye, boom biddy bye bye
Step back as I'm kickin' up dust for a while
As I put mothafuckas to rest and pull their files
Out from the cabinet with the picture
Get the 45 and settle it with this punk nigger
Slow your roll as I take control
Take your toke from the Indo', then hit and hold
Now let it out, how you feel when the herb got you by the balls
And you're coughin' up a lung anyhow
You can't shake that nigger that's gonna brake
Fool, on any one member of your bitch crew
As I pull the trigger on my nine
Say goodnight nigger, boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye, put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye, I put my Glock to your dome and you start to cry
Boom biddy bye bye, any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye, rock-a-bye nigger boom biddy bye bye
You ain't never caught a rabbit so you ain't no friend of mine
It's a habit, barkin' up your tree with my nine
Keep your bitch on a leash or at home
A nick knack paddywack, give the dog a bone
The raw dog, fuck a law dog
Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off
'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up
Buckle up, chin checkin' it's on I reckon
It's the wild wild west, get your 40 and your blunt
And your Glock and your bulletproof vest
Let me guess everybody wanna test
Everybody burnin' up, gonna get burned like Ses
Laudy daudy, we're fuckin' everybody
Boom biddy bye, sing the lullaby in the party
Boom biddy bye bye, put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye, I put my Glock to your dome and you start to cry
Boom biddy bye bye, any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye, rock-a-bye nigger boom biddy bye bye
Yes yes ya'll, to the beat ya'll
Watch a punk slipin' see the puta fall
I'm buck-loody, looking for the nigger who wanna cut me
'Cause the nigger gets so funky
Fool, I'm the one from the big bad Cypress Hill clique
A number one son of the funk freaka
Yes, yes ya'll, I'll be the one with the mad Buddha bless ya'll
Comin' from the west ya'll
But I figure you'd cry like a bitch
Don't twitch 'cause I just might pull the trigga
Now lay down, stay down, don't move a muscle
If you see your homeboy's brains on the ground
Don't fuck don't say nothin', you fuck around and I might get ragamuffin
Boom biddy bye bye, lined up on the floor now you all gonna die
Boom biddy bye bye, put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye, I put the Glock to your dome and you start to cry
Boom biddy bye bye, any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye, rock-a-bye nigger, boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye, put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye, I put the Glock to your dome and you start to cry
Boom biddy bye bye, any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye, rock-a-bye nigger boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye, it's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye, time to say good-bye
Boom biddy bye bye, now it's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye, now it's time to die
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