| Song | Boom Biddy Bye Bye |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggs, Reyes | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Step back as i'm kicking up dust | |
| For a while | |
| As i put mothafuckas to rest | |
| And pull their files | |
| Out from the cabinet | |
| With the picture | |
| Get the 45 and settle it | |
| With this punk nigger | |
| Slow your roll | |
| As i take control | |
| Take your toke from the indo' | |
| Then hit and hold | |
| Now let it out | |
| How you feel when the herb | |
| Got you by the balls | |
| And you're coughing up a lung anyhow | |
| You can't shake | |
| That nigger that's gonna brake | |
| Fool | |
| On any one member of your bitch crew | |
| As i pull the trigger | |
| On my nine | |
| Say goodnight nigger | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| You ain't never caught a rabbit | |
| So you ain't no friend of mine | |
| It's a habit | |
| Barkin' up your tree with my nine | |
| Keep your bitch on a leash or at home | |
| A nick knack | |
| Paddywack | |
| Give the dog a bone | |
| The raw dog | |
| Fuck a law dog | |
| Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off | |
| 'cause a every now and then i got to knuckle up | |
| Buckle up | |
| Chin checking | |
| It's on i reckon | |
| It's the wild wild west | |
| Get your 40 and your blunt and your glock and your bulletproof vest | |
| Let me guess | |
| Everybody wanna test | |
| Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like ses | |
| Laudy daudy | |
| We're fucking everybody | |
| Boom biddy bye | |
| Sing the lullaby | |
| In the party | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| Yes yes ya'll | |
| To the beat ya'll | |
| Watch a punk slipin' see the pouta fall | |
| I'm buck-loody | |
| Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me | |
| 'cause the nigger gets so funky | |
| Fool i'm the one | |
| From | |
| The big bad cypress hill clique, a | |
| Number one son of the funk freaka | |
| Yes yes ya'll | |
| I'll be the one with the mad buddha blast ya'll | |
| Comin' from the west ya'll | |
| But i figure | |
| You'd cry like a bitch | |
| Don't twitch | |
| 'cause i just might pull the trigga | |
| Now lay down | |
| Stay down | |
| Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground | |
| Don't fuck don't say nothin' | |
| You fuck around and i might get ragamuffin | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| It's time to die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Time to say good-bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Now it's time to die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Now it's time to die |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggs, Reyes | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Step back as i' m kicking up dust | |
| For a while | |
| As i put mothafuckas to rest | |
| And pull their files | |
| Out from the cabinet | |
| With the picture | |
| Get the 45 and settle it | |
| With this punk nigger | |
| Slow your roll | |
| As i take control | |
| Take your toke from the indo' | |
| Then hit and hold | |
| Now let it out | |
| How you feel when the herb | |
| Got you by the balls | |
| And you' re coughing up a lung anyhow | |
| You can' t shake | |
| That nigger that' s gonna brake | |
| Fool | |
| On any one member of your bitch crew | |
| As i pull the trigger | |
| On my nine | |
| Say goodnight nigger | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don' t ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rockabye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| You ain' t never caught a rabbit | |
| So you ain' t no friend of mine | |
| It' s a habit | |
| Barkin' up your tree with my nine | |
| Keep your bitch on a leash or at home | |
| A nick knack | |
| Paddywack | |
| Give the dog a bone | |
| The raw dog | |
| Fuck a law dog | |
| Still handin' out beatdowns wit' my sawedoff | |
| ' cause a every now and then i got to knuckle up | |
| Buckle up | |
| Chin checking | |
| It' s on i reckon | |
| It' s the wild wild west | |
| Get your 40 and your blunt and your glock and your bulletproof vest | |
| Let me guess | |
| Everybody wanna test | |
| Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like ses | |
| Laudy daudy | |
| We' re fucking everybody | |
| Boom biddy bye | |
| Sing the lullaby | |
| In the party | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don' t ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rockabye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| Yes yes ya' ll | |
| To the beat ya' ll | |
| Watch a punk slipin' see the pouta fall | |
| I' m buckloody | |
| Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me | |
| ' cause the nigger gets so funky | |
| Fool i' m the one | |
| From | |
| The big bad cypress hill clique, a | |
| Number one son of the funk freaka | |
| Yes yes ya' ll | |
| I' ll be the one with the mad buddha blast ya' ll | |
| Comin' from the west ya' ll | |
| But i figure | |
| You' d cry like a bitch | |
| Don' t twitch | |
| ' cause i just might pull the trigga | |
| Now lay down | |
| Stay down | |
| Don' t move a muscle if you see your homeboy' s brains on the ground | |
| Don' t fuck don' t say nothin' | |
| You fuck around and i might get ragamuffin | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don' t ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rockabye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Put your ass on the floor an' don' t ask why | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Any last prayers before you die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Rockabye nigga boom biddy bye bye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| It' s time to die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Time to say goodbye | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Now it' s time to die | |
| Boom biddy bye bye | |
| Now it' s time to die |