Their first album, which was self-titled, was released in August 1991. Its single was "Phuncky Feel One", but it was the B-side "How I Could Just Kill A Man" (formerly "Trigga Happy Nigga") that attracted more airplay on urban radio and college radio. Based on the success of the single and other tracks such as bilingual track "Latin Lingo" and X-rated Spanish track "Tres Equis", the album sold two million copies in the US alone. Subsequently, DJ Muggs produced the first House of Pain album, then worked on other projects like Funkdoobiest. The band made their first appearance at Lollapalooza on the side stage in 1992.
Black Sunday, the group's second album, debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 in 1993, recording the highest Soundscan for a rap group up until that time. Also with their debut still on the charts they became the first rap artists to have 2 albums in the top 10 of the Billboard 200 at the same time. With "Insane in the Brain" becoming a crossover hit, the album went triple platinum in the U.S. and sold about 3.25 million copies.
Cypress Hill was banned from Saturday Night Live after Muggs smoked cannabis on-air and the band trashed their instruments while playing their second single "I Ain't Goin' Out Like That". The band headlined the "Soul Assassins" tour with House of Pain and Funkdoobiest as support, then performed on a college tour with Rage Against the Machine and Seven Year Bitch. In 1993, Cypress Hill also had two tracks on the Judgment Night soundtrack, teamed up with Pearl Jam and Sonic Youth.
The band played at the 1994 Woodstock Festival introducing their new member Eric Bobo, formerly a percussionist with the Beastie Boys. Bobo is the son of salsa musician Willie Bobo. Rolling Stone magazine named the band as the best rap group in their music awards voted by critics and readers. Cypress Hill played at Lollapalooza for two successive years, topping the bill in 1995. They appeared on the The Simpsons episode "Homerpalooza".
Their third album Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom was released in 1995 selling 1.5 million copies and reaching number 3 on the Billboard 200 on the strength of the hit single "Throw Your Set in the Air". Cypress Hill also contributed a track "I Wanna Get High" to the High Times sponsored Hempilation album to support NORML.
Feud With Ice Cube
Ice Cube asked to put "Throw Your Set in the Air" on his Friday soundtrack, but B-Real refused, prompting Cube to record a new song "Friday" with a similar chorus; Cypress Hill responded with the track "No Rest For The Wicked." Westside Connection replied with the diss track "King Of The Hill" and "Cross Em Out & Put a K", to which Cypress Hill replied with "Ice Cube Killa," which uses the same beat as "King Of The Hill" and disses Ice Cube and Mack 10. "Ice Cube Killa" has never been released officially. In 1997 B-Real of Cypress Hill and Ice Cube were invited to a late night talk show in order to reconcile their differences for the benefit of the hip hop community, and the feud thus ended. Cube And B-Real would work together later that year as guest features on the track "Men of Steel" for the soundtrack of Shaquille O'Neal's film Steel. B-Real and Cube did even feature as guests in Warren G's single "Get U Down" which also featured Snoop Dogg.
Continued career
Sen Dog took a break from the band to form a Los Angeles based punk-rap band SX-10. Meanwhile in 1996, Cypress Hill appeared on the first 'Smokin' Grooves' tour, featuring Ziggy Marley, The Fugees, Busta Rhymes and A Tribe Called Quest. The band also released a nine track EP Unreleased and Revamped with rare mixes. In 1997, band members focused on their solo careers. Muggs released Muggs Presents ... the Soul Assassins featuring contributions from Wu-Tang Clan members, Dr. Dre, KRS-One, Wyclef Jean and Mobb Deep. B-Real appeared with Busta Rhymes, Coolio, LL Cool J and Method Man on "Hit Em High" from the multi-platinum Space Jam Soundtrack. He also appeared with RBX, Nas and KRS-One on "East Coast Killer, West Coast Killer" on Dr. Dre's Dr. Dre Presents the Aftermath album, and released an album entitled "The Psycho Realm" from his side project of the same name. Though the focus that year was not on Cypress Hill, the band played Smokin' Grooves with George Clinton and Erykah Badu.
Cypress Hill released IV in 1998 which went gold in the U.S., even though the reviews were somewhat negative,[citation needed] on the backs of hit singles "Tequila Sunrise" and another tribute to smoking cannabis "Dr. Greenthumb." Sen Dog also released the Get Wood sampler as part of SX-10 on the label Flip. In 1999, Cypress Hill helped with the PC crime/very mature video game Kingpin: Life of Crime. Three of their songs from the 1998 IV album were in the game ( "16 Men Till There's No Men Left", "Checkmate" and "Lightning Strikes"). B-Real also did some of the voices of the people in the game. Also in 1999, the band released a greatest-hits album in Spanish, Los grandes éxitos en español. Cypress Hill then fused genres with their two-disc release, Skull & Bones, in 2000. The first disc, "Skull" was comprised of rap tracks while "Bones" explored further the group's forays into rock. The album reached the Top 5 on the Billboard 200 and number 3 in Canada. The first single was "Rock Superstar" for rock radio and "Rap Superstar" for urban radio. The band also released Live at the Fillmore, a concert disc recorded at the Fillmore (in San Fransico) in 2000. Cypress Hill continued their experimentation with rock on the Stoned Raiders album in 2001. However, its sales were a disappointment, as the disc did not even reach the top 50 of the U.S. album charts. In 2001, the group appeared in the film How High.
Cypress Hill recorded "Just Another Victim" for the World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) as a theme song for Tazz. At the time, WWE was using original music for almost all of the wrestlers, so this was an unusual step for the company to take, but it remains one of the more memorable songs to emerge from the wrestling organization. The band released Till Death Do Us Part on March 23, 2004. The album saw the band experiment with reggae especially on the lead single "What's Your Number". The track features Tim Armstrong of Rancid on guitar and Rob Aston of The Transplants on backup vocals. It is based on the classic song "Guns of Brixton" on The Clash's London Calling and has proven to be a success on the modern rock charts. However, the album represented a further departure from the signature sound of their first four albums. The album also features appearances by Damian Marley, son of Bob Marley, Prodigy and Twin of Mobb Deep and producer the Alchemist.
In 2004, the song How I Could Just Kill A Man was included in the popular videogame Grand Theft Auto San Andreas created by Rockstar Games, playing on West Coast hip hop radio station Radio Los Santos. In December of 2005 a best of compilation album titled Greatest Hits From the Bong was released including 9 hits from previous albums and 2 new tracks. The group's next album was tentatively scheduled for an early 2007 release. In the summer of 2006, B-Real appeared on Snoop Dogg's single "Vato". Pharrell Williams produced the track, and originally sang the hook, but because of the video idea, B-Real was asked to sing the hook. Sen Dog is now currently touring with the Kottonmouth Kings, Kingspade and Dogboy on the Joint is on Fire Tour
In 2007 Cypress Hill toured with their full line up as a part of the Rock the Bells tour, held by Guerilla Union, and headlined with Public Enemy, Wu-Tang Clan, Nas, and a reunited Rage Against the Machine. Other acts included Immortal Technique, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, The Roots, EPMD, Pharoae Monch, Jedi Mind Tricks, Erykah Badu, MF Doom, Sage Francis, Brother Ali, The Coup, Blue Print, Lucky I Am, Living Legends, Felt, Cage, Mr. Lif, Grouch & Eligh, and Hangar 18.
Departure from Sony
Having fulfilled their contractual obligations with Sony Music, Cypress Hill will release an as-yet untitled album through a different record label in 2008.
Recently, it was announced that Cypress Hill will be members of the Kannabis Kartel along with the Kottonmouth Kings and Potluck. Their album will be released on Suburban Noize Records.
STYLE
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Production
One of the band's most striking aspects is B-Real's exaggeratedly high-pitched nasal vocals, which fits and emphasizes the lyrics' concentration on parodied gangster stories.
Sen Dog's lyrics are progressively more violent and tend to involve fewer rhyme schemes compared with B-Real's. In addition, as the style is today, some words are emphasized by adding a background voice to say them, however, Sen Dog's emphases are always more prominent, mostly shouted alongside with the rapping.
The sound and groove of their music, produced by Muggs, is also notable for its influence and stoned aesthetic; with its bass-heavy rhythms and odd sample loops ("Insane in the Brain" is notable for having a horse neigh looped in its chorus), it carries a psychedelic value, which lessened in the later albums.
The band is also known for involving rock instruments in their songs. This has caused the band to sometimes be classified as a rapcore group. In IV, there is Lightning Strikes which doesn't truly use electric guitars, but a synthesized version of it. Skull & Bones has an entire disc using such instruments, labeled Bones. As for their later works, their involvement in rock ended with the album Stoned Raiders (the tracks Trouble (also the first single of the album), Amplified and Catastrophe being the songs).
The band's music is constantly subject to change; while the first album follows a more minimalistic and funky sound, Black Sunday, the successor, has a slightly darker side to it. III (Temples of Boom) and IV are mostly influenced by psychedelic music. The band abandoned that on Skull & Bones and got closer to the modern rap as it is today. Stoned Raiders has a more authentic sound than the rest, and Till Death Do Us Part carries reggae influences.
The band is also known to involve horns in their songs, and often have guitar and horns together in the instrumentals. What's Your Number?, Trouble, Tequila Sunrise, and (Rock) Superstar have become some of the bands most popular songs featuring these elements. Cypress Hill's experimenting in different genres of music even includes reggaeton in their track "Latin Thugs" which features Tego Calderon.
Some fans feel that the band has drifted somewhat from the values of their earlier albums. For example in "Strictly Hip Hop" from Temples of Boom, the band complain about hip hop artists who have an album of hardcore tracks but have one or two pop songs which just so happen to be the singles. Cypress have arguably fallen into this trap with the single "What's You Number?"
The sound contribitions of DJ Muggs seems to be clearly influenced by marijuana consumption. Since one of the effects of a cannabis high is an altered audio sensual perception, the often slow paced and deep bass can be better appreciated. Furthermore, psychedelic sequences underly some parts of certain tracks such as "I Wanna Get High" for example. This is an interesting feature of their music, that had also been used before, especially during the 60's and 70's (e.g. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles).
Lyrics
The lyrics of tracks like "How I Could Just Kill A Man" offer an insight into the cultural expression of social stratification in L.A. at that point in history. Many other songs have cited topics such as police brutality, racial profiling, gang violence and anecdotes about invasion of privacy by police.
Furthermore the celebration of marijuana consumption is what they are often associated with in songs like "I Wanna Get High", "Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk" or "Hits From The Bong", the themes of recreational use of marijuana are prevalent.
Many of their songs also protest the current marijuana laws and voice their opinions on the hypocrisy of drug enforcement institutions.
Their lyrics often reflect the hip hop culture of Los Angeles in their earlier work such as their self-titled album and Black Sunday, which were very influential not only to Latino hip hop of the time but to many other hip hop groups around the world as well.
Throughout their career they have commonly incorporated Spanish into their lyrics as well as slang used by some Latinos in Los Angeles on songs like "Latin Lingo". Their album "Los Grandes Exitos En Espanol" features Spanish translations of many of their hit songs.
Years active 1987 - present.
Highlife
Cypress Hill Lyrics
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Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are Minute Made
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak bladder
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, that of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, hah, the highlife
The highlife, hah, the highlife
The song "Highlife" by Cypress Hill seems to be a warning to those who want to live the high life, chasing after money and fame while disregarding the dangers and pitfalls of such a lifestyle. B-Real is almost disdainful of those he sees as lacking in authentic talent and just chasing trends, while Sen Dog talks about living for the high life but also acknowledging the importance of hard work and dedication. The lyrics hint at the violent world behind the glamorous veneer of the high life, including the threat of guns and death, and warn that those who want to be successful must stand true to themselves and work hard to achieve their goals.
B-Real's verse starts by talking about rolling up and cutting up weed, which is a reference to the group's reputation as a champion of weed culture. He then goes on to accuse those who would try to bring down Cypress Hill of lacking talent and being unable to compete. He also cautions about the violence inherent in the high life, telling those who would beg for mercy to get out of the way before it is too late. He talks about "diamond-studded arrows" and being "minutemade," highlighting how quickly people can rise and fall in the fickle world of fame.
The chorus talks about the dangers of the high life and how easily people can lose their soul and sense of self. The high life is enticing, with its skylights and dreams of wealth and power, but it is also a trap that can leave people feeling empty and alone. The repeated refrain of "never turn your back ever on n****s true to you" is a warning to be careful who you trust in this world, as betrayal can be swift and deadly.
Line by Line Meaning
I rolled you up like my Rizla
I rolled you up like my Rizla means that I manipulated you like I did with my rolling paper Rizla.
Cut you up, with my sisters
Cut you up, with my sisters means that we talked about you and discussed how to deal with you.
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters means that you want to harm us but we are venomous in return.
Your style's trash don't litter
Your style's trash don't litter means that your art is of poor quality.
You got the jitters the hard hitters
You got the jitters the hard hitters means that you are afraid of us because we are tough.
No quitters your soul quivers
No quitters your soul quivers means that you are still afraid even though you won't give up.
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
When you see the guns firing, get out of the streets right away.
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
There is no use asking for mercy to lower the aggression.
You label me coldblooded
You accuse me of being indifferent and merciless.
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You want to kill me with a gunshot.
You can't cut it
You can't handle the pressure.
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
You are of poor quality and should stop putting up resistance.
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You are trying to harm me with your best equipment, but you are not succeeding.
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
You have to love the process of earning money and work for it all day.
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
You work hard to have a luxurious life.
But now the fools are Minute Made
Now the ignorant ones are being fooled.
They get played for a minute
They are only successful for a short amount of time.
Then played out they never get back in it
Once they lose their success, they can never regain it again.
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
I'm prepared to kill you and make the evidence visible.
You got hit by the .44!
You were killed by my .44 bullet.
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
You are alive, but how you live is up to you.
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
Youths who are raised on the streets are the most dangerous.
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
You are pursuing the highlife, which includes living in luxury with a picturesque view.
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
In the end, you have lost your soul and have become corrupted.
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Never abandon the people who are loyal to you.
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
If you're only loyal to money, people will abandon you.
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
You should hang out with B. Reezy and relax.
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
Things are getting difficult, so I had to learn how to change myself.
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
When you're alone, you will be able to earn your income easier.
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
And still remain loyal to my niche musical genre and stay true to myself.
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
People are getting bored of the softer and less authentic music.
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
I give the audience what they want, which is more authentic hardcore music.
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
The curtains opened, and people are enjoying the music and performing with me.
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
You are stealing music because you cannot create it yourself.
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
I can't tolerate unoriginal and fake people, and they have minimal skills which is offensive.
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
You're obsessed with earning money in the wrong way.
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
Death is waiting for you.
When you fall feel your knees shatter
When you fall, you will suffer physically and emotionally.
The bones breaking with your weak bladder
Your bladder won't be able to control itself.
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Even if you pee on yourself, it won't matter because you're dying.
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
You will die and become a corpse.
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
Your future is bleak, and fate didn't wait for it to unfold slowly.
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
You are being permanently removed from existence.
Your life cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
Your life would be meaningless and unfulfilled.
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
You are not good for anything, so leave.
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
I don't care about your future.
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
I live for a luxurious life, and I'm focused on it.
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
I don't care about fame or mainstream success.
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
People are trying to copy my lifestyle and success.
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
They can't emulate my presence or character.
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
The first thing that happens is the sound and impact of my music.
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
The strong scent of my marijuana and my music leave a trail.
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You can't resist being influenced by my music and marijuana.
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
You need the strong marijuana in your lungs.
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
I live a fast-paced life and remain active.
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
God blesses me, and I feel special.
But I know, that of he who conquers
I know that whoever overcomes the challenges is successful.
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
You have to be resolute and sound strong like thunder.
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
I reflect and ensure that I am still relevant in my field of work.
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
I create lyrics for my family and music community.
The highlife, hah, hah
The luxurious lifestyle that we enjoy.
The highlife yeah
The highlife, yes.
The highlife, hah, the highlife
The highlife, hah, the highlife.
Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese, Senen Reyes
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@PottyMouthPolitician
Here are the lyrics. There's no lyric video for this song, and Idk how to make one, so I'll just leave these here. 😎😎💋💋
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it
Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade;
they get played for a minute
then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it
Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more
hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
skills that's criminal - you fake bitches!
You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin with your weak blatter
Pissin on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, (?) of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife - hah, hah
The highlife yeah
@user-rp3op2jj9v
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade,
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak blatter
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, ? of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
@JohnKobaRuddy
Lyrics: I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade,
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak blatter
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, ? of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
@traficandoaventuras6649
https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-highlife-lyrics You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate....
hahaa the Highlife - yeah!
@PottyMouthPolitician
Here are the lyrics. There's no lyric video for this song, and Idk how to make one, so I'll just leave these here. 😎😎💋💋
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it
Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade;
they get played for a minute
then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it
Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more
hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
skills that's criminal - you fake bitches!
You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin with your weak blatter
Pissin on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, (?) of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife - hah, hah
The highlife yeah
@startedat0subs69
Legend
@mcagustin5298
Simplemente fantástico de principio a fin.. Cypress buena vibra desde Argentina buenos aires zona norte 🇦🇷
@danielwinstone9169
I absolutely killed this album back in the day and this track is 🔥🔥🔥
@derkbell1706
I love this song ...gets my mind right.. high life for ever ...
@user-rp3op2jj9v
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hard hitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazing, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you begging to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut it
Shooting arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade,
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's getting greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm running real with it
Niggas getting softcore, the people want more
Hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feeling it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealing it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
Skills that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breaking with your weak blatter
Pissing on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothing, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there trying to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
Of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazing up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, ? of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm coming real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife
The highlife, hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
The highlife, yeah, the highlife
@qbiack
2 years 2 late.
@mehdilabou8974
Tellement de souvenirs... merci Cypress Hill d avoir bercé mon adolescence!
@madjustice4746
already 20 years old, still as good as ever!!!
@franciscoandradeteodoroabi9982
Música muito boa!!!