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Strictly Hip Hop: The Best of Cypress Hill
Disc 1
01. How I Could Just Kill a Man
02. I Ain't Goin' Out Like That
03. Hand on the Pump
04. Throw Your Set in the Air (club remix)
05. Strictly Hip Hop
06. Hand on the Glock
07. Latin Lingo (Prince Paul mix)
08. Checkmate (Hang Em High remix)
09. When the Ship Goes Down (extended)
10. Lowrider
11. What U Want From Me
12. Another Victory
13. Trouble
14. Stoned Is the Way of the Walk
15. Break 'em off Some
16. Prelude to a Come Up
Disc 2
01. Insane in the Brain
02. Boom Biddy Bye Bye
03. Dr. Greenthumb (Fun Lovin' Criminals remix)
04. Hits From the Bong (T-Ray's mix)
05. I Wanna Get High
06. Illusions
07. Latin Lingo
08. The Phuncky Feel One
09. Lick a Shot
10. Cock the Hammer
11. (Goin' All Out) Nothin' to Lose
12. Busted in the Hood
13. Stank Ass Hoe
14. Light Another
15. Roll It Up Again
16. Can't Get the Best of Me
[B-Real]
It's been a while now
Been around the block many miles
Many faces, many places
That I found ?friend's? traces
Where I spend time, places where my roam
Places I can call home
Places I can get stoned
I just want to be alone
When I'm feelin' in my zone
People want to knock me down
'cause they never have their own
They won't get the best of me
But they try hopelessly
Why you want to fuck wit' me?
I'm not, what you s'posed to be?
You could not give a DAMN
Coulda just Killed A Man
Sawed off in my hand
But I had to kill the plan
Think I've found my piece of mind
Feet planted on the ground
I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself
It all goes around me and others who would down me
Who I don't give a fuck about,
Trouble always found me,
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!
[Chorus 1: x2]
No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY goal!
You want trouble, c'mon,
You want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon
You want trouble?
[Sen Dog]
Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time
Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind
Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen
Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned
A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn
I try to put it to you ? so you bitches can learn
That no-body get tired when it's time to burn
With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled
In to actually believin' that some shit is cool
Take the blinders off and go look for yourself
Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else
I'm down for myself, I back up myself
Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!
[Chorus 1: x2]
[B-Real]
No!
[B-Real]
Look, the wall's closin' in
and my shoe's wearin' thin
Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend
Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same
Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain"
But I know I haven't changed
So I brush you to the side
Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside
Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out
Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out
Got my hands on the phone, I don't want to have to talk
If you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump
I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise
I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)
[Chorus 1: x2]
[Chorus 2: x4]
No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!
You want trouble right now?
c'mon
You want trouble right now?
c'mon
[B-Real: x4]
You want trouble, c'mon
You want trouble?