Don't Trip
DJ MUGGS Lyrics


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[chorus]
Don't you trip this is the soul assassins
We come and blast them
We eastside riders, this is how we doin'

[b-real]
I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones
Soul assassins family click you know the dark one
Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us
To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers
Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off
The track, got em showin off, blowin off
All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up
Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes
God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways
To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa
Top billa, bankaccount filla
Spittin out more hot shit then godzilla
The firebreatha, turn up your receiva
I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka

No you can't f**k with this...
No you can't f**k with this...

Chorus


[b-real]
You can't hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry
Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry
Don't worry, imma settle this, get the fist
I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist
You insist to be here, I make this clear
It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear
Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend
Hanging with my crew and steady serving
Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard
I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas
I make figures for all the soldiers to follow
Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ...
I see you in the next one, I test one
When you flex son, respect one, the best one
Cypress hill, soul assassins, blastin you on
In the race called life yo we passin you on

Chorus

Don't you trip this is the soul assassins
We come and blast them
We eastside riders, this is how we doin'





Don't you trip this is the soul assassins
Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die

Overall Meaning

In this song, DJ Muggs (known for his work with Cypress Hill) collaborates with B-Real to create a hard-hitting rap anthem that celebrates the Soul Assassins crew. The chorus sets the tone for the song, reassuring their audience not to trip or worry because they are the Soul Assassins and they come to blast them. B-Real then goes on to describe spending hot days under the sun with loved ones and the Soul Assassins family, emphasizing their tight-knit bond. He then brags about their collective rap skills and how they can tear the roof off any venue they perform at.


B-Real's verses are peppered with violent imagery and boasts, highlighting the cut-throat world of rap and the ruthlessness required to succeed. He warns his competition that they can't hold back the fury and that he's capable of burying them in a hurry with his rhymestyle. He also brags about his wealth and status as a top biller, spitting out more hot shit than Godzilla. The final lines of the song are a warning to anyone foolish enough to mess with the Soul Assassins crew, telling them to come be the first to die.


Overall, "Don't Trip" is a hard-hitting rap anthem that showcases the rap skills and bravado of both DJ Muggs and B-Real. It's a celebration of the tight-knit Soul Assassins crew and their ability to tear up any venue they perform at.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't you trip this is the soul assassins
Relax, we are the Soul Assassins, the most talented rap group out there.


We come and blast them
We bring our best to destroy the competition.


We eastside riders, this is how we doin'
We are eastside bad boys, and this is how we roll.


I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones
I spent my childhood with my family in the sun.


Soul assassins family click you know the dark one
We're a close-knit family of rappers, and I'm the enforcer.


Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us
We're rebels from the east side and they pay us big bucks to show up and do our thing.


To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers
We're here to blow the roof off the place with our awesome mic skills.


Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off the track
We're so hot that the smoke alarms go off, and we flow effortlessly on the beat.


All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up
All the untalented rappers can choke on coal and we don't care about them.


Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes
If you want to be on the street and show off, prepare to pick up your teeth from the ground.


God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways
God knows us stoners will find a way to succeed.


To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa
We're skilled enough to avoid being killed by the competition.


Top billa, bankaccount filla
We're at the top of the game, with full bank accounts.


Spittin out more hot shit then godzilla
We keep spitting out more and more amazing stuff like Godzilla.


The firebreatha, turn up your receiva
I'm the dragon that breathes fire, and you better turn up your receiver to hear me.


I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka
I'm so good that I can attack your brain just by coming through your speakers.


You can't hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry
You can't stop us, we'll defeat you quickly and easily.


Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry
We keep coming at you without stopping, with amazing rhymes.


Don't worry, imma settle this, get the fist
Don't worry, I'll take care of things with my fists.


I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist
I'm so skilled that I can cut your vocal cords with a flick of my wrist.


It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear
This is a dangerous game, and the competition is ruthless.


Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend
Can you handle it when your girlfriend wants to hang out with us?


Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard
Come here and prepare to get your feelings hurt if you want to act tough.


I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas
I have a burial site in my backyard for all the scared rappers who cross us.


I make figures for all the soldiers to follow
I'm a great role model for all the aspiring rappers out there.


Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ...
Shoutout to my family and friends who have passed away and can't see our success.


I see you in the next one, I test one
I'll see you in the next battle, and I'll test you again.


When you flex son, respect one, the best one
When you show off, show respect for the best rapper out there.


Cypress hill, soul assassins, blastin you on
Cypress Hill and the Soul Assassins are together in this, and we're going to blast you with our amazing skills.


In the race called life yo we passin you on
We're winning in this race called life, and we're passing you by.


Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die
Anyone who wants to be foolish and cross us will be the first to die.




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AngieMedina

Haber caundo sacas más vídeos amigo.😘

Juan Mendes

Suena chida

Luis Orellana

Sick ass track!!!

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