
How I Could Just Kill A Man (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, August 16, 2000) Cypress Hill
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[Intro: B-Real | Sen Dog | Cypress Hill | Crowd]
Here is something you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
Here is something you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
Here is something you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Ah yeah)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Make some noise
Pick that shit up, holmes
[Verse 1: B-Real]
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passin'
You're missin', the hoota of the funky Buddha
Eluder of your fucked up styles, I get wicked
So come on as Cypress starts to kick shit
'Cause we're like the outlaw stridin', when suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when they see me drivin'
By, hangin' out the window
With my Magnum takin' out the putos
Actin' kinda loco, just another local
Kid from the street gettin' paid from my vocals
Here is something you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
Here is something you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
Here is something you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Ah yeah)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Make some noise
Pick that shit up, holmes
[Verse 1: B-Real]
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passin'
You're missin', the hoota of the funky Buddha
Eluder of your fucked up styles, I get wicked
So come on as Cypress starts to kick shit
'Cause we're like the outlaw stridin', when suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when they see me drivin'
By, hangin' out the window
With my Magnum takin' out the putos
Actin' kinda loco, just another local
Kid from the street gettin' paid from my vocals
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