CYPRESS HILL "BOM BIDDY BYE BYE" Step back as i'm kickin up dust for a while As i put mother

fuckas to rest and pull they're files Out from the cabinate with a picture Get the four five bang settle it with this punk nigga Slow your roll , as i take controll, Take a toke from the indo; now hit and hold Now let it out, how you feel when the herb Got you by the balls and you coughin up a lung any how. You can't shake that nigga thats' gonna break fool On any one member of your bitch kru As i pull the trigger from my nine Say goodnite nigga bom biddy bye bye. [chrous] Bom biddy Bom biddy Bom biddy Bom biddy bye bye bye bye bye, bye, bye, bye, get your ass on the floor and don't ask why. i put the glock to ya dome and ya start to cry. any last prayers before you die. rockabye nigga bom biddy bye bye.

You ain't never cought a rabbit so you ain't no friend of mine Its a habbit barkin up your tree with my nine. Keep your bitch on a leash or at home; Or nick nack patty wack give the dog a bone. The raw dog, fuck a law dog, Still handin out beat downs with my sawed off. Cuz every now and then i got to knuckle up, Buckle up, chin checkin its on i wreckon. Its the wild wild west; Get your 40, and your blunt, and your glock, Bullet proof vest. let me guess; Everybody wanna test everybody runnin up Gonna get burned like sess. Loddy doddy we buckin everybody bom biddy bye, Sing a lullabye in the party. [chrous] Bom biddy Bom biddy Bom biddy Bom biddy bye bye bye bye bye, bye, bye, bye, get your ass on the floor and don't ask why. i put the glock to ya dome and ya start to cry. any last prayers before you die. rockabye nigga bom biddy bye bye.

Yes yes yall to the beat yall, Whatch a punk slip and see the puto fall, I'm buck nutty, lookin for the nigga who wanna cut me. Cuz a nigga gets so phunky. Fool i'm the one from the big bad cypress hill cliqa. Number one son of the funk freaka. Yes yes yall i be the one with the mad buddah bless yall, Comin from the west yall. But i figure you'd cry like a bitch, Don't twitch cuz i just might pull the trigger. Lay down , stay down, don't move a muscle. Or ya see your home boys brains' on the ground. Don't talk don't say nothin You fuck around and i might get ragga muffin. Bom biddy bye bye. Lined up on the floor now your all gonna die.

[chrous] Bom biddy Bom biddy Bom biddy Bom biddy

bye bye bye bye

bye, bye, bye, bye,

get your ass on the floor and don't ask why. i put the glock to ya dome and ya start to cry. any last prayers before you die. rockabye nigga bom biddy bye bye.