Prelude To A Come Up Lyrics

The song Prelude To A Come Up is performed by Cypress Hill in the album named IV in the year 1998 .



Geeyeah, Soul a*sa*sins two times, stick 'em
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on
Geeyeah

Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin'
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin' much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the sombrero
To any amigo that's tryin' to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like Charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low till tomorrow

Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout till
Cool, homey, I'll bring some f**kin' skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free in a land
With no f**kin' extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah

Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
With the crew from off the Hill

B-Really killin' the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul a*sa*sin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin' the vocals
From the Eastside, where it's loco sellin' the poco

From the two G's, breakin' the leaves of cheese, makin' the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin'
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
And I wanna live and I'm givin' the message droppin' the lesson
Flippin' shit, and I'm keepin' 'em guessin' they all stressin'
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session

Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
With the crew from off the Hill

We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer
Soul a*sa*sins gets the cash and smash
Who spits the glocks like uno and dos?
Makin' your body disappear like a ghost
One time's tryin' to gaffle me, hara*sin' me
Tryin' to send me to the penitentiary

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you f**kin' sleepin'
And the beat, just keeps on seepin' into the street
While you peakin' I'm meetin' and greetin' the people speakin'
And leadin' the motherf**kers who's seekin' to catch, ruckus
Meaning you s*ckers no luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers

Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherf**kin' Hill God



Cypress Hill - IV

Oct 1998

  1. Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig
  2. Checkmate
  3. From The Window Of My Room
  4. Prelude To A Come Up
  5. Riot Starter
  6. Audio X
  7. Steel Magnolia
  8. I Remember That Freak Bitch (From The Club) (Interlude Part 2)
  9. (Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose
  10. Tequila Sunrise
  11. Dead Men Tell No Tales
  12. Feature Presentation
  13. Dr. Greenthumb
  14. 16 Men Till There's No Men Left
  15. High Times
  16. Clash Of The Titans (Dust)
  17. Lightning Strikes

Prelude To A Come Up