| Song | Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig (LP Version) - LP Version |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | IV |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggerud | |
| I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye | |
| Hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried | |
| I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay | |
| Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today | |
| So many different attitudes, that i come across | |
| I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost | |
| Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets | |
| Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat | |
| Bound gagged raped, i'm frustrated, i hate it | |
| Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated | |
| Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie | |
| Sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why | |
| Don't i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge | |
| To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain | |
| What a fuckin shame, i don't wanna live, i paint the wall | |
| With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all | |
| The eye of the pig | |
| * dj muggs cuts and scratches 'this pig' from _pigs_ * | |
| I've been on the force, over twenty years, i can say | |
| That i'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers i put away | |
| I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law | |
| Lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
| Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin | |
| Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin | |
| These days you can't tell who's-who in the world | |
| Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? | |
| Fuck, i need a drink, and i'm almost off | |
| At the precinct, it's like an aa meeting all gone wrong | |
| I.a. got an eye, on my close friend guy | |
| For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy | |
| That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other | |
| We went through the academy, just like frat brothers | |
| Midnight, ? left on my shift | |
| Think i'll get my dick sucked by this basshead bitch | |
| My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors | |
| Subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers | |
| I recall, happier times, before the fall | |
| Look into the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
| ... long interlude ... | |
| Now i'm on my way, back to the station to check out | |
| So i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about | |
| My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt | |
| Look into the eye of the pig, i'm all fucked | |
| No longer can i determine, who's the criminal | |
| From the innocent man down, to the pedophile | |
| No one gives a fuck about me, i'm slippin | |
| Into darkness, i'm comin to grips and feelin heartless | |
| Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows | |
| Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside | |
| 'pull it over to the curb, take your keys out..' | |
| .. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position | |
| Don't move, or i'm gonna blast your fuckin head off | |
| Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off | |
| Don't give me that bullshit, i've heard about your raps | |
| All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps | |
| Ok, mr. freeload, get the fuck out of the truck | |
| I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny | |
| Hit the fuckin floor, i need no probable cause | |
| You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause | |
| You find it funny? get that smile off your face | |
| Motherfucker take this | |
| *beatdown ensues as words fade* |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggerud | |
| I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye | |
| Hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried | |
| I' m out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay | |
| Where you never know, if you' ll be makin it home today | |
| So many different attitudes, that i come across | |
| I' m hard to console tonight, feeling nobody' s lost | |
| Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets | |
| Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat | |
| Bound gagged raped, i' m frustrated, i hate it | |
| Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated | |
| Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie | |
| Sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why | |
| Don' t i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge | |
| To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain | |
| What a fuckin shame, i don' t wanna live, i paint the wall | |
| With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all | |
| The eye of the pig | |
| dj muggs cuts and scratches ' this pig' from _pigs_ | |
| I' ve been on the force, over twenty years, i can say | |
| That i' m worse, than some of these motherfuckers i put away | |
| I' m in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law | |
| Lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
| Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gangbangin | |
| Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin | |
| These days you can' t tell who' swho in the world | |
| Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? | |
| Fuck, i need a drink, and i' m almost off | |
| At the precinct, it' s like an aa meeting all gone wrong | |
| I. a. got an eye, on my close friend guy | |
| For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy | |
| That doesn' t concern me, we never rat on each other | |
| We went through the academy, just like frat brothers | |
| Midnight, ? left on my shift | |
| Think i' ll get my dick sucked by this basshead bitch | |
| My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors | |
| Subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers | |
| I recall, happier times, before the fall | |
| Look into the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
| ... long interlude ... | |
| Now i' m on my way, back to the station to check out | |
| So i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about | |
| My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt | |
| Look into the eye of the pig, i' m all fucked | |
| No longer can i determine, who' s the criminal | |
| From the innocent man down, to the pedophile | |
| No one gives a fuck about me, i' m slippin | |
| Into darkness, i' m comin to grips and feelin heartless | |
| Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows | |
| Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside | |
| ' pull it over to the curb, take your keys out..' | |
| .. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position | |
| Don' t move, or i' m gonna blast your fuckin head off | |
| Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you' ll get off | |
| Don' t give me that bullshit, i' ve heard about your raps | |
| All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps | |
| Ok, mr. freeload, get the fuck out of the truck | |
| I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it' s so funny | |
| Hit the fuckin floor, i need no probable cause | |
| You got a big sack of coke in your truck what? so take a pause | |
| You find it funny? get that smile off your face | |
| Motherfucker take this | |
| beatdown ensues as words fade |