Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Rain, artist - Cypress Hill. Date of issue: 30.10.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let It Rain |
| Fuck all y’all |
| I’m comin' of the wall |
| I got a nigga from The Source |
| Swingin' from my balls |
| Ugh! |
| Ya want me to set it |
| Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded |
| Let it rain |
| And jackin' out fire |
| What you’re seein' when I’m takin' shit another level higher |
| Now it’s on |
| Ain’t gettin' domed |
| Buckin' all these niggas 'til they all gone |
| Now we can roll to the east side of town |
| And I’m lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (State of clown) |
| You better move your ass to this MAC-11 |
| Pointed at your ass for the one eight seven |
| «Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. |
| Hey motherfuckas: |
| Move back! |
| Yo, B-Real.» |
| I’m the head-hunter |
| You goin' under |
| Make a trophy |
| Call it the two-headed buster |
| On my mantle |
| Back in the temple |
| Givin' up the family |
| Up and down Central |
| Butt bloody |
| Anybody |
| Lookin' for a wide body |
| One body |
| Somebody |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |
| I ain’t fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty |
| Nigga you still wanna bump me |
| Still got the hand on pump |
| And now I’m thumpin' on 'em |
| Thumpin' on 'em |
| See |
| Somebody, anybody scream |
| When I got the gatt with the big red beam |
| Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes |
| Now your chances are never |
| When you’re lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel |
| Where ya gonna run when ya can’t move further |
| Seven 81 redruM with the Murder |
| Tie him up |
| Throw him in the trunk |
| Let the funk |
| Blow his eardrums out |
| 'Til he’s bleedin' |
| Then let’s get him weeded |
| It’s the punk Buddha |
| Let me do the |
| Ceremony up with the hoota |
| And the shooter |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |
| Some be testin' |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' |
| Smile on my face |
| Got the Smith & Wesson |