paroles de chanson Locos - Cypress Hill
Orale
loco
Orale
loco,
Ponte
las
pilas
wey
e?
Aquí
se
va
a
hacer
el
jale
ahorita
de
volada
Estos
vatos
tienen
un
chingo
de
feria
Listo?
ponte
la
máscara,
vámonos...
Five
and
four,
and
three,
and
two,
and
one
And
we
smash
through
the
door
with
the
quickness
up
Looking
for
the
crop,
and
I
heard
you
pussies
talk
about
Don't
try
nothin',
if
you
lead
me
to
the
crock
I'm
out
This
busted
Don't
say
a
word,
it'd
be
over,
suicide
I
just
smoked
out,
where
the
(cash?
Dash
in
the
room)
Five
and
four,
and
three,
and
two,
and
one
That's
how
many
seconds
left
before
your
ass
is
done
(click-clack)
Now
you
heard
the
sound,
tell
me
somethin'
new
This
homie
here
won't
hesitate
to
put
a
hole
in
you
(Death
threat,
get
your
ass
up),
that's
a
good
boy
Would
you
rather
put
the
cameras
out
for
your
plan
boy
Don't
even
think
about
the
strap
up
in
your
backpack
Cooperative
when
I
leave
you're
still
alive
In
fact,
I
only
want
your
cash
crop,
not
your
life
jack'
(You
can
get
rid
of
the
crop),
but
not
your
life
back
So
settle
down,
I
don't
wanna
let
the
metal
spray
Lead
the
way,
give
it
up
and
live
another
day
Trees
and
sacks,
backpack
full
of
cash,
out
the
door
Hit
the
ride,
hear
my
tires
screechin'
in
the
back
Yeah
Amonos,
dámelo,
caete
con
ese
paquetón
Yo
no
quiero
usar
el
cuhete
no
Es
muy
baqueton
El
bote
no
me
asusta
a
mi
Es
como
vacación
Pero
yo
te
asusto
a
ti
Miados
en
el
pantalón
Cinco,
cuatro,
tres,
dos
y
uno
Yo
quiero
la
hierba
y
el
nudo
Es
lo
que
le
queda
a
este
cuetazo
de
budo
Pierde
puro
verde
o
pierdes
el
culo
Tu
di
Ahí
esta
la
otra
que
te
decía
loco
Estos
vatos
tienen
más
feria
Aquí
vamos
a
chingar,
¿listo?
Vámonos
pues...
Weed
and
dough,
and
hoes,
and
hit
and
run
As
we
graspin'
for
more
with
our
pockets
full
Layin'
down
the
plot,
blueprints
for
another
pull
Smokin'
up
the
spot
while
I
quit,
we're
invincible
Jack
your
spot
and
we
take
your
shit
and
run
Got
my
eye
on
my
heart,
it's
just
around
the
way
Searchin'
for
the
dogs,
no
guards,
so
it's
down
to
play
Judgin'
by
the
odds
we
can
hit
it
and
lets
hondalē
Somos
locos
pocos,
here
we
come
Grippin'
outta
site
Takin'
it
to
other
heights
Homie,
go
around
the
back
Go
in
when
I
kill
the
lights
Sack
up
everything
Don't
mean
nothin'
with
a
fuckin'
knife
Five
and
four,
and
three,
and
two,
and
one
Now
we
in
the
buildin',
take
it
all
until
it's
done
Fifty
pounds,
smell
it
all
around,
yeah
we
comin'
up
Easy
pickin',
don't
be
tellin'
hoes,
leave
fucked
up
Yeah
Vámonos,
dámelo,
caete
con
ese
paquetón
Yo
no
quiero
usar
el
cuhete
no
Es
muy
baqueton
El
bote
no
me
asusta
a
mi
Es
como
vacación
Pero
yo
te
asusto
a
ti
Miados
en
el
pantalón
Cinco,
cuatro
y
tres
y
dos
y
uno
Yo
quiero
la
hierba
y
el
nudo
Es
lo
que
le
queda
a
este
cuhetazo
de
budo
Pierde
puro
verde
o
pierdes
el
culo
Tu
di
1 Crazy
2 Blood on My Hands Again
3 Warlord
4 Insane OG
5 Falling Down
6 Locos
7 Holy Mountain (Interval)
8 Oh Na Na
9 Lsd (Interval)
10 Jesus Was a Stoner
11 Put Em in the Ground
12 Tusko (Intro)
13 Stairway to Heaven
14 Pass the Knife
15 Thru the Rabbit Hole (Interlude)
16 Satao (Interval)
17 Band of Gypsies
18 Elephant Acid (Interlude)
19 Muggs Is Dead
20 The 5th Angel (Instrumental)
21 Reefer Man
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