Another Victory
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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Get ready motherfuckers!

You can't fuck with the steezo
Please no interruptions
Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
Like my rag top six-five
Smash you with the switches
The hitch is, you're getting too big for your britches
Why you running like bitches
With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate
Put the sail up, your whole crew frail, what
You want this joint, suck it inhale nut
Niggas are feelin' this track in Braille, huh
We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what
You understand, imitators gotta bail up
To all the males and females gangin' up
All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up
I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up
Slangin' cuts

Your squad against mine
You're minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another victory

Your squad against mine
You're minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another victory

I slay rappers with precision
I got vision like Anakin
You panicking' I'm leaving you stiffer than a mannequin
My high lyrics constantly brain damagin'
Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin'
Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics
That play like a mandolin
I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin'
I kill flows on tracks who abandoning'
I eat you like pussy, then take a sample
Then spit fire in the places you standin' in
I take a fool to the Hill
Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'
Now I see your whole brain's scramblin'
Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga

Your squad against mine
You're minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another victory

Your squad against mine
You're minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another victory

I spark cells of a rhythm
You best listen, get it over with
Stolen shit, rolling it, Cypress ownin' it
Bitin' niggas clonin' it
I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it
Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it
Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it
The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it
You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it
Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it
Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it
Five child in the world who's romin' it
Never know if I'm high or I'm throwin' shit
I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit
I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch

Your squad against mine
You're minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another victory

Your squad against mine
You're minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse




Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another victory

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cypress Hill's "Another Victory" are full of aggression and swagger, with each verse serving as a boastful proclamation of the group's superiority over their rivals. The first verse begins with a warning to anyone who would dare challenge them, telling them they "can't fuck" with Cypress Hill. Any who would try are sure to meet a violent end, with guns and switches used to dispatch them. The singer revels in his own power, comparing himself to a pirate before boasting that even the blind can feel the intensity of his rhymes. The chorus serves as a rallying cry for the group, calling for their enemies to step up and be defeated once again.


The second verse is more focused on lyrical prowess than brute strength, with the singer comparing himself to Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars. His words are said to be devastating, leaving his foes panicked and helpless. He wields the mic like a weapon, leaving all who hear his rhymes in awe. The third verse continues this theme, with the singer asserting his dominance over anyone who would try to copy him. He is the weed master, killing it on the mic while his rivals flounder. Despite their best efforts, no one can match his skills.


Overall, "Another Victory" is a track that celebrates raw power and lyrical mastery. Cypress Hill is on top and no one can hope to take them down.


Line by Line Meaning

Get ready motherfuckers!
Buckle up, because things are about to get intense.


You can't fuck with the
Don't even try to mess with us.


Please no interruptions
Don't interrupt what we're doing, we're focused.


Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
If your crew brings guns, they'll regret it.


Like my rag top six-five
I'm cruising in my classic car.


Smash you with the switches
I'll hit you hard with my lyrics.


The hitch is, you're getting too big for your britches
You're getting overconfident.


Why you running like bitches
Why are you being cowardly?


With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate
I'm the one in charge here.


Put the sail up, your whole crew frail, what
You better get out of our way, because you're not strong enough to handle us.


You want this joint, suck it inhale nut
If you want to try and take us on, go ahead, but it won't end well for you.


Niggas are feelin' this track in Braille, huh
People are loving this song so much they can feel it through their senses.


We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what
We're succeeding while you're failing.


You understand, imitators gotta bail up
If you're copying us, you better back off.


To all the males and females gangin' up
Don't try to come at us in a group, we'll still come out on top.


All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up
Stop calling me with nonsense, I don't have time for that.


I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up
I'll demonstrate how it's done.


Slangin' cuts
We're delivering our bars with style and finesse.


Your squad against mine
It's your team versus ours.


You're minor leagues with major
You're outmatched and outclassed.


Detail the plans like verse
We have detailed plans and strategies like a well-written verse.


Hit hard, catch you off guard
We'll come at you aggressively and unexpectedly.


Another Victory
We're celebrating another win.


I slay rappers with precision
I'm an expert at lyrically destroying other rappers.


I got vision like Anakin
I have an ability to see things before they happen, like the Star Wars character Anakin Skywalker.


You panicin' I'm leaving you stiffer than a mannequin
If you're panicking, I'm going to make you even more tense and immobile.


My high lyrics constantly brain damagin'
My lyrics are so good they can damage your brain.


Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin'
I can handle a gun and still perform well.


Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics
My lyrics can harm people, but I'll fix them up if they get hurt.


That play like a mandalin
My lyrics are so good, they sound beautiful like a mandolin.


I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin'
I'm in control of the mic like I'm in control of my own body.


I kill flows on tracks who abandonin'
I'll destroy weak attempts at rapping.


I eat you like pussy, then take a sample,
I'll devour you and still have enough left over to use as evidence of defeat.


Then spit fire in the places you standin' in
I'll metaphorically burn you in the spot where you're standing.


I take a fool to the Hill
I'll take a weak-minded person to Cypress Hill.


Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'
Once you're with us, you'll be stuck in the dark and maybe even involved in some scandalous activity.


Now I see your whole brain's scramblin'
You're becoming overwhelmed and confused by my skills.


Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga
If you don't like what we're doing, don't listen or watch.


I spark cells of a rhythm
I'm able to ignite strong emotions with my music.


You best listen, get it over with
You need to pay attention and understand it quickly.


Stolen shit, rolling it, Cypress ownin' it
We're making other artists' work our own and owning our sound.


Bitin' niggas clonin it,
We're tired of other artists copying our style and claiming it as their own.


I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it
I have a problem with you, and I'm going to confront you about it.


Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it
We're delivering our verses with gusto and feeling.


Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it
We've metaphorically knocked you down and left you hurt.


The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it
We're in control of everything, even our drug use and ability to kill it on the mic.


You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it
You're still trying to compete with us, but you're failing miserably.


Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it
You've made a mistake and now you're stuck dealing with the consequences by yourself.


Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it
You don't have everything together, even the little things like combing your hair.


Five child in the world who's ropin' it
We're the best and no one can challenge us.


Never know if I'm high or I'm throwin' shit
We're unpredictable and you never know what we're going to say or do next.


I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit
You're confused and disoriented by our skills and approach.


I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch
We're the ones who are leading the way and paving the road for others to follow.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze

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