Let It Rain
Cypress Hill Lyrics
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I'm comin' of the wall
I got a nigga from The Source
Swingin' from my balls
Ugh!
Ya want me to set it
Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded
Let it rain
What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher
Now it's on
Ain't gettin' domed
Buckin' all these niggas 'till they all gone
Now we can roll to the east side of town
And I'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown)
You better move your ass to this MAC-11
Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7
"Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit, hey motherfuckas
Move back! Yo, B-Real"
I'm the head-hunter
You goin' under
Make a trophy
Call it the two-headed buster
On my mantle
Back in the temple
Givin' up the family
Up and down Central
Butt bloody
Anybody
Lookin' for a wide body
One body
Somebody
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
I ain't fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on pump
And now I'm thumpin' on 'em
Thumpin on 'em
See
Somebody, anybody scream
When I got the gatt with the big red beam
Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes
Now your chances are never
When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further
Seven eighty one redrum with the Murder
Tie him up
Throw him in the trunk
Let the funk
Blow his ear drums out
'Till he's bleedin'
Then let's get him weeded
It's the phunk Buddha
Let me do the
Ceremony up with the hoota
And the shooter
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
The opening line of Cypress Hill's "Let It Rain," "Fuck all y'all," sets a defiant tone for this intense, violent song. The lyricist is coming off the wall, bristling with aggression and armed with a MAC-11, a type of submachine gun. The song's mood is one of menace and defiance. The words describe the rapper taking things up to another level, looking for trouble, and cutting down anyone who crosses him. The verses are delivered in a rapid-fire, aggressive style that matches the song's theme. Lines like "You better move your ass to this MAC-11 pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7" and "Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes / Now your chances are never" leave no doubt that the singer is ready to kill.
The song can be seen as a reflection of the violence that was present in the gang culture of Los Angeles during the time it was created. The lyrics celebrate death and destruction, painting a picture of a world where violence is the only way to survive. The song's use of gunfire sound effects adds to the sense of danger and lawlessness.
Line by Line Meaning
Fuck all y'all
I don't care about anyone else, I'm doing my own thing
I'm comin' of the wall
I'm breaking free from society's limits and expectations
I got a nigga from The Source
Swingin' from my balls
Ugh!
I have a powerful connection in the industry, and I'm not afraid to use it
Ya want me to set it
Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded
If you want a fight, I'm ready and armed to the teeth
Let it rain
And jackin' out fire
What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher
Now it's on
I'm escalating the situation to a new level of intensity and danger
Ain't gettin' domed
Buckin' all these niggas 'till they all gone
I'm not backing down, I'll fight until I've taken out all my enemies
Now we can roll to the east side of town
And I'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown)
You better move your ass to this MAC-11
Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7
I'm seeking out a specific target, ready to use deadly force if necessary
I'm the head-hunter
You goin' under
Make a trophy
Call it the two-headed buster
I'm a ruthless killer, leaving behind a trail of victims and trophies
On my mantle
Back in the temple
Givin' up the family
Up and down Central
Butt bloody
Anybody
Lookin' for a wide body
One body
I've killed so many people, I've lost count, and I'm not afraid of the consequences
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
People are testing me, but I'm always one step ahead with my gun
I ain't fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on pump
And now I'm thumpin' on 'em
Thumpin on 'em
I'm still on top, still a force to be reckoned with, and I'm not afraid to use violence to defend my status
See
Somebody, anybody scream
When I got the gatt with the big red beam
Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes
Now your chances are never
When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further
Seven eighty one redrum with the Murder
I have complete control over my victims, and they have no chance of escape or survival
Tie him up
Throw him in the trunk
Let the funk
Blow his ear drums out
'Till he's bleedin'
Then let's get him weeded
It's the phunk Buddha
Let me do the
Ceremony up with the hoota
And the shooter
I'm reveling in my violent acts, and I have no qualms about hurting others for my own enjoyment
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
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