Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strike The Match, artist - Cypress Hill. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strike The Match |
| I’m loaded like a shotgun |
| Got one under my coat |
| It’s late night no stage fright |
| I’m going for broke |
| While I’m hittin' my smoke |
| I’m contemplatin' how to hit em hard |
| Hit em fast |
| Get away it’s all she wrote |
| It’s a heartbreaking habit |
| When you gotta have it |
| You grab it |
| Stare at an album |
| So good at it |
| Certified |
| Good magic |
| Look at it |
| In your face |
| Money’s gone |
| So am I so long |
| But now my hustle’s changed |
| No more stickin' you up |
| I’ve got some weed I know that for sure it can lift you up |
| Just spark it up |
| I gotta dime or a twenty sack |
| All sales are final |
| Don’t ask for your money back |
| Don’t even look at the money sack |
| It’s funny that |
| It still wasn’t enough |
| I like still searchin' for honey flack |
| No I’m servin' the boulders |
| Looking over my shoulders |
| Every step that I take |
| A rock might knock me over |
| Strike the match |
| That sparks the flame |
| Start the fire that burns down the system |
| Hit em hard hit em fast |
| Keep the gas on em |
| We’re gonna char |
| Get the dogs go gas on em |
| Lone range |
| A brace to be a gangster |
| Grew up |
| Rock stages |
| A long way from |
| But i got gauges |
| Comin' out pullin guns out on strangers |
| Bunch a wild niggas |
| Nobody can tame us |
| Sixteen in the clip |
| One in the chamber |
| Drive by homicide |
| Shit I gotta roll a dime |
| Ever day I ran away |
| My life one helluva time |
| I like to see heads get busted |
| A problem |
| That’s how i solve em |
| No discussion |
| Go for my mind |
| Task force rush em |
| Until that day |
| All i gotta say is fuck em |
| Strike the match |
| That sparks the flame |
| Start the fire that burns down the system |
| Hit em hard hit em fast |
| Keep the gas on em |
| We’re gonna char |
| Get the dogs go gas on em |
| Post it on the top son |
| Claw some |
| Makin' my way |
| Through the jungle |
| Living with the life |
| Call something |
| Evolving with each hustle |
| The street sweep |
| To a heatseeker |
| With ambitions to be a ring leader |
| When you’re in the top spot |
| You better be top notch |
| If not watch the haters take pot shots |
| It’s non-stop shit talkin' |
| Beat off the conflict |
| Ready to harm him |
| Disarm him |
| Send his ass away in a coffin |
| My game is silent you don’t see it that often |
| But every passing day I see the time slipping away |
| Ticket on a train 'til an early grave |
| Reap what you sough |
| Never had a handout |
| Had my hustle’s planned out |
| Worked to get the brand out |
| You wish my luck would run out |
| Strike the match |
| That sparks the flame |
| Start the fire that burns down the system |
| Hit em hard hit em fast |
| Keep the gas on em |
| We’re gonna char |
| Get the dogs go gas on em |