Another Body Drops Chords by Cypress Hill

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_ _ _ You _ ready homie?
_ _ [Ebm] Yup. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Bang bang, another party drop, can't stop the nigga out.
He's your blocker, better lock up, fuck your gang and shit, go stop her.
A Mack boy with a bomb in your ego, throw in the mold and just kill all your people.
Ghost coast, ain't a nigga more evil, that mean he act the law, the gold sent these hoes.
Rock the block with the M16s, 44 mags, like an Eastwood flick.
This here grenade, I'll break it off right quick.
Beat bring up the eases and all that shit.
Niggas be thicken when they see my bucket.
Rolled out they block, they hide and sleep.
[Ebm] Come back and pull up in a satchel.
300 yards with the infrared [Eb] action.
True pistol air, black thigh, collar dang.
Watch your radar, the modern day.
_ Bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the head now.
Shoot him up, bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the hip hop.
Shoot him up, bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the head now.
Shoot him up, bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the gunshot.
Yeah, now shooting up your town, them men are asses sadness, boy.
Thought you knew, check this out, you better be packing fool.
I ran more missions when I wasn't you, so don't list.
G-Rod, no fingerprints, it's spotless.
X-Bow sitting on these and we got this.
Ragtop down like a spliff of this topless.
See me hit in the corner, your mouth down.
Slugs fly, thugs die, moments of fell down.
Somebody screaming, yo, pig get the hell down.
I'm certified, nigga, when you're sitting in this bell-bell.
No-thoughts walking, just hearing the hell hound.
Bring you what they feed us, spitting out 12 rounds.
That's right, but no hood, no escaping the gunplay.
But one day I'm out, gotta figure out some way.
Raps in the [Ebm] park, all scattering gun spray.
Got you locked in, not one little slug [Eb] stray.
I found ways out, but it's leading me one way.
Got a dark mind, no thoughts, blacker than Sunday.
Shoot him up, bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the head now.
Shoot him up, bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the hip hop.
Shoot him up, bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the hip hop.
Shoot him up, bang bang, another party drop, you can't stop the bloodshot. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Fet, fial, _ _ _ fet, _ _ fial, _ _ fet, _ _ fial. _ _ _ _ _