Official music video for “Armada Latina” by Cypress Hill featuring Pitbull and Marc Anthony.
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Lyrics:
Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci
Came out the gutter man
Southern land
Didn’t have an upper hand
Never had another plan
I’m different to the mother land
Some will get a summer tan
It’s hotter than a summer jam
Live for today
Cause you’ll never gettin’ another chance
I ain’t trippin’ off the he say and she say
Cause we say fuck
And pass me a cuba libre
That’s what we want
Don’t front
I could see ya but
You don’t want to see the cold heap up front
How we blow it up
We came to blow it up, hit the spot
So we’re done
Representin’ in, blowin’ up
That’s how we show the love
That’s how we pass up all this shit that
We know gon’ come
It’s like the soldier’s run is done when the wars won
Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci
Latino hasta la muerte
Chicos they working hard
Bout the noise,
Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God
Little Cuban from Miami coulda took that coke
Marinero pasero con clinicas
Santeros con muera
Que dicen que pueden cura la abuela
Y’all like scarface,
I’m more like sosa
Cypress hill pretty flaco
It’s our culture
From cali to the crib, crib
Me in miami
Thank god I’m doin music
If not I’d be tying families
I’m not a asshole(oh no)
About my cash flow
Let me take this shit
And send this letter off to Castro
Ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda.
Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci
We way to hot
Always comin up with something clever
A costa lostra
Cypress hill maca fera
Feelin’ fancy in the hip throne, guayabera
And we just clowning
On what we call some, money-lera
Call me Sammy
Wild child from the isles
I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse
Stilo be guajiro
Latino is the lingo
I’m straight cuban-ichi
I bang Pina del Rio
Lockin’ up this function
Just like Benny More
Go ahead and play the congas
And I’m gonna rap over it
Ya I’m a fool I’m outta here
Yes sir I gotta go
Get me some Chiva’s Regal
And slap me some dominos
Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci
Official video for “It Ain’t Nothin'” by Cypress Hill.
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Lyrics:
I used to carry a Glock on the waist line, man I don’t waste time!
I’m strong on the bass line, you’ll never taste mine!
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin’ for face time
Get your own tape, but don’t bother to chase mine!
I got a block! Man we havin’ a great time
You couldn’t fill the shoes, anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
The manes find that they can never be in the game, I’m
Lettin’ off rounds, hittin’ blunts at the same time
Pick a crew homie, you a neon to save time!
Bitches like you always spittin’ the same rhymes!
We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind!
Put you in the bind the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain!
You wanna step up, get your ass touched!
You wanna rap son, get your ass buff!
Try to test us, you’s gon’ get smashed up!
You wanna run with’ the dogs? Get your cash up!
Get it? You gotta get your straps up!
Get it? You gotta get your sta-tion!
Get it? You gotta get amp-ed up!
You wanna run with the dogs? Get your cash up!
I’m right here on the block! When it’s time to ride out,
You know what I’m all about runnin’ Harley bikes on site, when it goes down!
Me and my homies always holdin’ the fort down
Come up in our town and your pissin’ a 4th pound!
Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle’s of Jack
2 fifth’s in the back and everyone I’m with’s strapped!
What ever happens, I’m chin checkin’ and wreckin’ fools
Try disrespecting, my Smith and Wesson is endin’ you!
And I ain’t changed since back in the day (back in the day!)
Get your shit split quick if you get in my face! (get in my face!)
You wanna run with’ the dog, better stay in your place! (stay in your playce!)
Cause your little ass name don’t hold no weight! (hold no weight!)
And your little ass safe couldn’t hold my cake! (hold my cake!)
Get your asks denied down the road I take! (road I take!)
And let me tell you one more thing befo’ I skate! (befo’ I skate!)
If you a fake or a snake, I’m a send you to your grave!
Act up, act up act
Act up, act up! Act
Act up, act up! Act
Act up and you bound to get hurt!
I’m a First Staff O-G from outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas!
Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas
I’m a real gun busta, so don’t ever try to rush us!
Can’t nobody touch us! That don’t leave on crutches
Or worse! Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered!
It’s gon’ be a cold summer! Soon as the Hill drops
All bullshit will stop!
A couple scums in the street, so we don’t care what you bustas think
Might sink in sometime, but I won’t blink!
We go against everything! Smoke all the green!
Got the low wrong, swing it ain’t nothing to me!
We put it down anywhere, like it’s something to see
So all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degree!
And when you wanna get loud son I’m ready to work!
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt!
