"Hole In The Head" lyrics - CYPRESS HILL

[Sen Dog:] Gangster Red, whassup yo?
(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang

Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin' like a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?

Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
(Boo-yaa!!) Spittin out buckshots
Homey say blood clot, so you can call a pig
'Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco
Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and

A hole in your head
A hole in your fuckin' head (in your head)
A hold in the head, a hole in the head
You get a hole in the head
In your motherfuckin head (huh)
A hole in the head, a hole in the head

Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin
See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in
I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin'
Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin'

Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag
But there's vato's rollin out and they're stickin up the flag
He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?
It's on, he sees him reachin for his chrome

Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store, homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy

Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin'
Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon
Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner
And he hits the fuckin' alley like his homes was Pop Warner

Still had the forty, comin at the alley
Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink
In the black and white thinkin' he's gonna check him right
Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on

That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)
A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)
Get your ass down! And by the way

A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (in your head)
A hold in the head, a hole in the head
You get a hole in the head
In your motherfuckin head (huh)
A hole in the head, a hole in the head

A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all
Scooby Doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all
Doobie doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!
Scooby Doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all

Six rollin up and now he's really baffled
Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)
Beat down (down) on the way to the station
Gaffled up from a false accusation

Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the
Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined
Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya
Wet ya, you know homes the picture

(Yeah you never been to jail boy)
Broomstick up your ass
And by the way, you get

A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (in your head)
A hold in the head, a hole in your head
You get a hole in the head
In your motherfuckin head (huh)
A hole in your head, a hole in your head

[Sen Dog:] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up
This is hell boy
(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang
[Sen Dog:] What side is that Red?
[B-Real:] Can they kick it?
Can they kick it?
Yeah, can they kick it?
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it