Cypress Hill — Here is Something You Cant Understand

[Intro: Kurupt] Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? Young Gotti You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle Relax by the kizzle An' go get us a couple hizzles You dizzles Yeah with Muggs What it is SEN DOOOOOOOOOOG! Keep it real gangster Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say? [Verse 1: B-Real] Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on Before things start to happen and I lose my calm Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah) Smoking on the Kush Weed, not giving a Fuck Rhyme Flow, Mack hoes, and stack dough! But niggas wanna do shit to make me react So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga Hanging on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga You can't feel me without the Braille Im like that shit that get you amped without the Yale Make busters pale 'cos they seen too much But really what they saw was me and Kurupt [Hook 1] 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 Here is something you can't understand How I Could Just Kill A Man [Verse 2: Kurupt] Penitentiaries, stuck for centuries You gotta be real like me and B-Real See you shoot, you ride but we kill Concentrate unloadin' our steel Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will Riding on niggas that when the mayhem spills Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal Hamlet, and unmanageable What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the Table? I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels Get em up drive by Watch em gone drive by Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die You niggas really don't know shit I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb BIATCH! [Hook 2: Kurupt] Here is something that they just don't get I don't give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit Here is something that they just know Back to Fo, creepin' through the back door Here is something that they just don't get I don't give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit Here is something that they just know Back to Fo, creepin' through the back door I just dope blast 'em... [Verse 3: B-Real] ...'Cos I ain t finished yet I see remains of someone you ain't diminished yet We re like a pack of piranhas In your Sauna Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting people high 'Cos we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip [Verse 4: Sen Dog] I'm ignorin' all the DUMB SHIT, 'cos these vatos can't hang With the Mad Dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches That's what you get when you fuck with the Real Hardcore niggas that pack that steel [Hook 1] 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 Here is something you can't understand How I Could Just Kill A Man [Verse 5: Kurupt] Yeah The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans Invading the spaces, chucks and fat laces The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived With millis and fifty-fives Homicidally, I've separated the busters Blasted the snitches, broke the switches Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches Stole the riches, booked the bitches Like fuck ya interests, nigga [Verse 6: B-Real] Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed? While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins and the Dog Pound And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down Now your violatin' 'cos you haters know i'm waitin' In the silver stack in the parkin' lot With the handle cocked [Hook 3: Kurupt] Here is something, that I think you just can t understand (How I could just kill a man!) And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man (How I could just kill a man!) You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real (How I could just kill a man!) And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel (How I could just kill a man!) Here is something, that I think you just can t understand And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel [Outro: Kurupt] You just don't understand How I could just, kill a man (yeah) La la la la, la la la la-la