Released on October 31, 1995

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[Intro]

Boom biddy bye bye

Boom biddy bye bye


[Verse 1: B-Real]

Step back as I'm kicking up dust for a while

As I put motherfuckers to rest and pull their files

Out from the cabinet with the picture

Get the .45 and settle it with this punk nigga

Slow your roll as I take control

Take your toke from the Indo', then hit and hold

Now let it out–how you feel when the herb

Got you by the balls, and you're coughing up a lung anyhow?

You can't shake that nigga that's gonna break, fool

On any one member of your bitch crew

As I pull the trigger on my nine

Say goodnight nigga–Boom biddy bye bye!


[Hook]

Boom biddy bye bye

Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why

Boom biddy bye bye

I put my Glock to your dome, and you start to cry

Boom biddy bye bye

Any last prayers before you die?

Boom biddy bye bye

Rock-a-bye nigga, boom biddy bye bye

[Verse 2: Sen Dog & B-Real]

You ain't never caught a rabbit, so you ain't no friend of mine

It's a habit barkin' up your tree with my nine

Keep your bitch on a leash or at home

A nick knack, paddywack, give the dog a bone

The raw dog, fuck a law dog

Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off

'Cause every now and then, I got to knuckle up, buckle up

Chin checking, It's on, I reckon

It's the wild, wild West

Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest

Let me guess, everybody wanna test?

Everybody running up, gonna get burned like Ses

Lodi Dodi, we fucking everybody

Boom biddy bye, sing the lullaby in the party


[Hook]

Boom biddy bye bye

Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why

Boom biddy bye bye

I put my Glock to your dome, and you start to cry

Boom biddy bye bye

Any last prayers before you die?

Boom biddy bye bye

Rock-a-bye nigga, boom biddy bye bye


[Verse 3: B-Real]

Yes, yes y'all

Yo the beat, y'all

Watch a punk slippin' see the puto fall

I'm buck-loody, looking for the nigga who wanna cut me

'Cause the nigga gets so funky

Fool, I'm the one from the big bad Cypress Hill clique, a

Number one son of the funk freaka

Yes, yes y'all

I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast, y'all

Comin' from the West, y'all

But I figure you'd cry like a bitch

Don't twitch 'cause I just might pull the trigger

Now lay down, stay down

Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground

Don't fuck, don't say nothin'

You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin

Boom biddy bye bye

Lined up on the floor, now you all gonna die!


[Hook]

Boom biddy bye bye

Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why

Boom biddy bye bye

I put my Glock to your dome, and you start to cry

Boom biddy bye bye

Any last prayers before you die?

Boom biddy bye bye

Rock-a-bye nigga, boom biddy bye bye

Boom biddy bye bye

Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why

Boom biddy bye bye

I put my Glock to your dome, and you start to cry

Boom biddy bye bye

Any last prayers before you die?

Boom biddy bye bye

Rock-a-bye nigga, boom biddy bye bye


[Outro]

Boom biddy bye bye

It's time to die

Boom biddy bye bye

Time to say goodbye

Boom biddy bye bye

Now it's time to die

Boom biddy bye bye

Now it's time to die