Origineel
[MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins 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 som-brero
To any amigo that’s tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til 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 til..
Cool, homey, I’ll bring some fuckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I’m free, in a land
With no fuckin extradition treaty, I’m out, geyeah
“Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God” (2X)
“With the crew from off the Hill”
[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggas 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 motherfuckin Hill God” (4X)
“With the crew from off the Hill”
[MC Eiht]
We’s beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time’s tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
Tryin to send me to the penetentiary
[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggas are creepin you fuckin 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 motherfuckers who’s seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can’t stop, these mad audio hustlers
“Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God” (5X)
Vertaling
[MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins twee keer, hou ze vast!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill drie keer, kom op!
Geeyeah..
Infiltratie is onze dagelijkse operatie voor chasin
De zeven zeeën oversteken, veel conversatie.
Penetratie, je weet dat we bezig zijn, zonder aarzeling
Groen, met de hand geplukt, van mijn eigen plantage
Voelt de warmte, onder de som-brero
Aan elke amigo die probeert, de dineros te stoppen
Chillen met senoritas, zoals charro
Word dronken van tequila en hou je gedeisd tot morgen
Volg, mijn flow, pak het geld en ga
Bel mijn vriend B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Losse lippen laten schepen zinken, faker gezichten hebben schuld
Ik wilde je niet te laat bellen, ik heb een schuilplaats nodig tot…
Cool, homey, ik breng wat stinkdier mee.
De vriend smokkelt me over de grens in een kofferbak.
Net als een vogel ben ik vrij, in een land
Zonder uitleveringsverdrag, ben ik vrij, geyeah
“Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God” (2X)
“With the crew from off the Hill”
[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin Committee, the shitty niggas never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
Ben je grappig of blut, denk je dat het een grap is, is je neus loopneus
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
De varkens ontlopen, mijn huis leegroven, ik ben gek
And I wanna live and I’m givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin shit, and I’m keepin guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
“Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God” (4X)
“With the crew from off the Hill”
[MC Eiht]
We’s beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins krijgt het geld en smash *vroom*
Who sprit the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time’s tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
Tryin to send me to the penetentiary
[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggas are creepin you fuckin sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
Terwijl jij piekt, ontmoet ik de mensen die praten
En leid de klootzakken die willen vangen, ruckus
Betekent dat jullie sukkels ons overdubben, moer ons omhelzen
Jullie houden van ons, jullie kunnen niet stoppen, deze gekke audio hustlers
“Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God” (5X)