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letra de lick a shot (live) - cypress hill & london symphony orchestra

[orchestral intro]
l!ck a shot
comin’ at ya
(fire)

[verse 1: b-real]
zip-ah-dee-doo-dah, zip-ah-dee-ayy
“my, oh my”, wanna get that punk with my ak
then i get on the way on a mission puffin’ on a fat ass jay
prude, you can’t hang
flash back on the sk!lls when i used to bang
on the corner, i’ll warn ya, gonna roll on ya
fool, hit ya with a golden rule
don’t turn your back on the street
when i hit that corner, feel the concrete
push that b-tton like nothin’
then watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
blastin’ at these fools with a passion
look at the glock when it’s time for some action

[chorus: b-real & sen dog]
let the gat hum (let the gat hum)
l!ck a shot
(let the gat hum, let the gat hum)
(hum, hum, hum)
let the gat hum (let the gat hum)
l!ck a shot
(let the gat hum, let the gat hum)
(hum, hum, hum)
[verse 2: b-real]
sunday morning, wake up, it’s stormin’
raindrops fallin’ on my head, it’s pourin’
cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon
lookin’ for the bald-headed one that’s saggin’
scooby-doo, and f-ck you too
don’t let your punk ass try me, gonna take more than you
drop with your backup team and wait for ya crew
i’m the one flippin’, keepin’ the clip by the hip
and best watch your back when you’re slippin’ (come on)
where did that .22 come from?
when the bullet passed through my lung
i’ve lost my breath, i’m winded
i’ve been hit by a slug that wasn’t intended
i hear thunder, i wonder
if a homie like me’s goin’ under, take a number

[chorus: b-real & sen dog]
let the gat hum (let the gat hum)
l!ck a shot
(let the gat hum, let the gat hum)
(hum, hum, hum, hum)
let the gat hum (let the gat hum)
l!ck a shot
(let the gat hum, let the gat hum)
dog’s on fire (hum, pow! pow! pow!)
[orchestral break]
breakdown!

[verse 3: b-real]
now i had a bad dream, woke up in a casket
now i can’t even get back at the b-st-rd (bullsh-t)
this pine box ain’t strong enough to contain the afro locks
critical bell rings, snapped out the dream
what the f-ck’s up with the funny red beam pointin’ at me?
now i got no strap, g
what now? gotta duck, they’re coming at me
bam, i feel numb
where did the shotgun blast come from?

[chorus: b-real & sen dog]
let the gat hum (let the gat hum, pow!)
l!ck a shot
(let the gat hum, let the gat hum)
(pow! pow! pow! pow!)
let the gat hum (let the gat hum, pow!)
l!ck a shot
(let the gat hum, let the gat hum, hum)
(fire) pow!

[orchestral outro]
(fi-fi-fi-fire)
(fi-fi-fi-fire)
(fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fire)
(fi-fi-fi-fire)
(fire-fi-fi-fire)
(fire-fi-fi-fire)
(fire-fi-fi-fire)
let the gat hum (fire)
let the gat hum (fire)
let the gat hum (fire)
let the gat hum (fire)
(fire)

- cypress hill london symphony orchestra

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