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letra de a to the k (live) - cypress hill & london symphony orchestra

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[intro]
(look, people, you heard it on the radio, you seen it on the tv show
a to the k?
a to the motherf-ckin’ z)

[chorus: b-real]
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (a to the k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k

[verse 1: b-real]
one, life had begun for the roughneck kid
who was gonna put putos in check
eighteen g’s for the green
obscene, and it’s for the time being
i’m pickin’ nine, well, i’m out to get mine (to get mine)
and take my homies, by combined (we combine)
next thing you know, jump in the six-four
get out, c-ck the hammer, then kick down the door

[chorus: b-real]
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (a to the k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (the motherf-ckin’ k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (a to the k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k
[verse 2: sen dog]
then my homies from the east side headed eastbound
lookin’ for a pound all around town
here comes a clown, i gotta hold my ground
hear the slug comin’, when it come, you fall down
craziest sound, that’s what you found
that’s what you get when you f-ck with the brown
dog sen is comin’ to the mound
latino from cypress rips this compound
sh-t gets deep, fake n-gga’s gonna drown, what do you know?
(what go around come around)
here for the pig and the punk hound
hail to the king or you get crowned
or better yet, i smoke you up like a fat jay

[chorus: b-real]
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (a to the k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (the motherf-ckin’ k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (a to the k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
(a to the motherf-ckin’ k)

[bridge: b-real & sen dog]
it’s gonna be on, it’s gonna be on
it’s gonna be on, goin’ on
it’s gonna be on, it’s gonna be on
it’s gonna be on, goin’ on
it’s gonna be on, it’s gonna be on
it’s gonna be on, goin’ on
it’s gonna be on, it’s gonna be on
it’s gonna be on, goin’ on
[verse 3: b-real]
you better give me that weed, fool, and all your loot too
i got my homies in the back and the front for your crew
loaded and c-cked for any hard rock
i’m takin’ the weed, and takin’ over your spot
keep your face down as i take your pound
please don’t let me see n0body get up, just hug the ground
let’s not make a sound
as i get out the door headed eastbound
but why did the fools try to act brave? (try to act brave?)
a clip from the nine equals six in the grave

[chorus: b-real]
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (a to the k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (the motherf-ckin’ k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k (a to the k)
a to the motherf-ckin’ k, homeboy
a to the motherf-ckin’ k

[orchestral outro]
a to the motherf-ckin’ k

thank you so much
its a new life for these songs thanks to these people back here
new life
thank you, troy
thank you

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