One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say
Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna
known reveals it's lies And the guard at the door is some prophet with frozen tears Always following fear not the truth Wearing a mask or twoPromising another old black sunday
the silent, empty places It's shining in the shadows It's all right over here It's okay over here Up in my tree where you can see Crystal visions on a Sunday
[The Morning After edit] [Jarva et al] [MISCELLANEOUS APOLOGIES:] I've said this once and now I'll say it again [Original version available on limited
there Across the bay Just to be there in the morning With the sun coming through the trees Well you know There ain't no place I'd rather be Sunday sunny
. [x 2] Sunday, one more night, fall down again. I'm broken, we're all the same, starting again. Well I'm fall, well I'm falling, well I'm falling. Sunday
On the black Sunday afternoon sun is pale like the moon When you look to the sky, holy, holy why All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon No
I can't breath at all It hurts to think That time could heal my wounds Feeling I've been betrayed, Black Sunday Still burns you in my thoughts I can'
found parked on Beachy Head On Sunday, hated Sunday Oh, to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday, ay Hated Sunday Sunday night
Staring down on me No use of mercy with a Fistful of hate The light that once shined Has no long given way Embracing my end Becoming Black Sunday Fill
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And sad eyes passing in windows flimsy And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black Sunday
brother's watching, and everybody sees it's way too heavy, it brings me to my knees the dog is on the loose, he always brings me down black like sunday
twelve at noon on the track, black Sunday Lawd, help me out, ah We gotta get together, we gotta Organize No matter the weather It's a black Sunday
, empty places, It's shining, in the shadows It's all right, over here It's OK, over here Up in my tree, where you can see Crystal visions, on a Sunday
