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lirik lagu 16 men till there’s no men left – cypress hill

ladies and gentlemen
we would like to present to youa group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
ladies and gentlemen, cypress, hill

[b-real]

16 men on a dead man’s list

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[b-real]

16 men till there’s no one left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! verse one: b-real
so many f-ckin emcees claim supremacyon whose got hip-hop locked, it could never beone who is solo, runnin the whole game
that’s bullsh-t, like cops never sniffed cocaine
but i’m taking on all comers, droppin bombers
reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
this, one emcee he couldn’t deal with the skill
like jack did jill, i rolled his -ss down the hill
beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhymelike a hooker, suckin a d-ck for the first time
his, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
i take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
playin with your mind, makin you feel the force
had to cancel out, two punk n-gg-z up in the source
tried to get xxl, they still fell
b-tches go tell your troubles to montel

[b-real]

16 men now there’s 13 left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[b-real]

16 men now there’s 13 left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! verse two: b-real
i’m trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
got it goin on, you know it all, but god saveyour -ss for clashin with the soul -ss-ssin
that’s like mike f-ckin with poppa joe jackson
-ss-whoop all over the place, you can’t hide behindthe physical, better run to the spiritual
-ss-whoop critical, or you can get itfrom the lyrical, b-tch-made n-gg-z are invisible
dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
the f-ckin cynical sh-t brains
as i sit back and say, tally-ho! one of these days your punk -ss gonna go
guess you had a key to figure the f-ckin flowbut you’re locked out, and the bomb’s about to blow

[b-real]

16 men let me see who’s next

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[b-real]

16 men till there’s no one left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! verse three: b-real
twelve punks to go, who’s next on the list
matter of fact i got one in my head to fix
there was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
greed overcame the n-gg- who at all costschanged up to gain it all, but shared none
who made him all the money to overcome? n-gg-z up on the hill, in the lab
he was rollin big balla style, high profile
oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
all smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
welcome to the 360, degrees
pay a fee when you f-ckin your people over the cheese
no soul, no conscience, no loyaltyto the n-gg-z who got him treated, like royalty
aiyyo time’s up, you’re gonna end up seein visionsof everybody, you f-cked over, you’re scared sober

[b-real]

16 men till there’s no one left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho them n-gg-z has gotta go

[b-real]

16 men till there’s no one left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho them n-gg-z has gotta go
verse four: b-real
f-ck the hater with the symbol and no soul
and that b-tch n-gg- who stole my car stereo
trick deez, gets no love, she gets nutslike -ss miller, and that f-ckin ex-dealer
can’t forget the n-gg- who was down with the hill-a
and that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
you get bucked like c. tucker and will bennett
let me step, over the hump, and represent it
you go down like jerry, and get smackedlike trick leo, now here’s your f-ckin eulogy-o!

[b-real]

that was 16 men now there’s no one left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

[b-real]

16 men now there’s no one left

[sen
dog]

yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

- cypress hill

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