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voila je commence avec mon groupe préferé => Cypress Hill
Pourquoi j'aime ? déjà leur voix sont vraiment trop originales ça change des grosses voix lourdes et puis ces chansons son toujours rythmées, on peut pas s'ennuyer en écoutant cypress hill !

Je vous propose maintenant une petite biographie de cypress :

Le groupe de rap alternatif Cypress Hill se forme en 1988 à Los Angeles. Les deux frères Sen Dog et Mellow Man Ace rencontrent DJ Muggs et B-Real. Ils prennent le nom de Cypress Hill lorsque Mellow Man Ace quitte le groupe. En 1992, ils livrent leur premier album éponyme. Suit un an plus tard, Black Sunday qui cartonne. Cypress Hill sort son troisième album Temples of Boom en 1995. Sen Dog quitte la formation en 1996. Suivent les disques IV (1998), Skull & Bones (2000), Stoned Raiders (2001), Till Death Do Us Part (2004) et Greatest Hits From the Bong.

Discographie complète :

Cypress Hill (1991)
Black Sunday (1993)
Temples of Boom (1995)
Unreleased and Revamped (1996)
Psycho Realm (1997)
IV (1998)
Los Grandes Exitos en Español (1999)
Skull & Bones (2000)
Stoned Raiders (2001)
Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
Hits from the bong (2005)

Voila... dans chaque groupe on a toujours ses petites préferences, moi je vous conseille :

- L.I.F.E. ( stoned raiders)
- Superstar ( je préfère la version rock =>plus rythmée)
- I wanna get high (musique idéale pour stoner ^^)
- It ain't easy (stoned raiders)
- Tequila sunrise ( la version espagnole est également très bonne!)
- street wars (till death do us part )
- what's your name
- Kronologik

Gros coup de coeur ...

Money ( celle la c'est ma préferée elle est vraiment géniale le refrain est a la fois très rythmé mais pas lassant ... a écouter d'urgence !)

Site officiel : http://cypresshill.com

[DJ Muggs]
Yo
I got this plan to make some money
I want you to keep this shit to yourself
At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office
I'm like a shootin' wisher
Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento
which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings

[B-Real]
I did whatever I could to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die
Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies
Son you better wise up and open up your eyes
Shit it never easy, homie people will connive
Better have a hustle if you mean to survive
Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all why
Look homie believe me, you're fuckin' metal ply
For the Dollar everybody is a target that's real
Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed
You could be the next one cross 'em in the path
What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath
All the Money that we stole too weak to take greed
Give it to an honest man the Money is still deep

[Chorus] x 4
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

[Sen Dog]
Fiend for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream
For the love of the cash flow
You could live fast and you could die slow
Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it
'Cause niggaz that you know try hard to be schemin'
Work hard is fuck, for everything to rock
You a dead motherfucker 'fore I get got
Fools got game floss and drop names
My move's faster than a runaway train
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Catch you on your knees and you want some dick
Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger
For the love of the Money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up

[Chorus] x 4
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

[B-Real]
Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled
'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real
Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal
Homie, for the Dollar you can get yourself killed
He decided to jet, it could happen with no discussion
Straps of all pain, fool's fuckin' eruptin'
For the green little papers, jackin' your neighbors
But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor
Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches
Don't wanna earn shit, you wanna jack for the riches
Nothin' in life's for free, my nigga learn that
You burn someone, they might just burn back
Scorchin' niggaz to the third degree
Auh y'all triggers deserve to be
Put out of you misery, you're history son
When your body disappears then the mystery come

[Chorus] x 4
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

B-Real: Mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
pero que lo mueva con madre...
Sen Dog: Pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
B-Real: Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
tomamos no?... del gusano...
Sen Dog: Pa la salud!
B-Real: Pa la salud!... primero yo...
Sen Dog: Primero usted...
B-Real: *grrrrrah!*
B-Real and Sen Dog: *mexican yells*
B-Real: 'hora 'hora... quien está?...
Sen Dog: Cometelo!

Verse One: B Smooth

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker
Tequila spice, hot nice
Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!

Chorus

Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)

Verse Two: B-Real

I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top

Chorus

Verse Three: B-Real

Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie

Chorus

(music outro)

(Eminem Speaking)
Most people don't see how much work is really involved
in this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until i was actually in it
You really gotta be in it
To understand what its like
But you always gotta
People always gotta see your smile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know what i'm sayin
No matter what u just been through

(B-Real)
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

(B-Real)
I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up
Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up
To rock crowds make money
Chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shits funny
How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
and losin some of your peers
And losin some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
Shits deep
48 tracks
Studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will
Till he crosses over still
Feelin no hate
But fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play
Trapped in what you rappin about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans
No fame
No respect
No change
No women
And everyone shits on your name

(Chorus)
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

(Noreaga Speaking)
When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
Cuz the minute you fall off
They'll find another Noreaga
And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga
And they'll find another B-Real
So you need to just keep
Stack your chips up
Do what you gotta do while your hot
And mafuckin get out the game
Stick to the drug game
And the drug game is even worse
Because if someone jerks you
You can shoot em and kill me
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

(Eminem Speaking)
No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything gotta be all good
When you see someone slap hands with em
You know what i'm sayin give em a pound
Or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

(Chorus)

(B-Real)
My own son don't know me
Sittin up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
Cuz they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on
And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year
And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame
Started gettin ignored
I warned him
Assured him
This ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They talkin evil

(Chorus)

Si à part ces trois chansons qui sont vraiment les meilleures vous cherchez d'autres lyrics je vous conseille le site suivant : http://www.ohhla.com/YFA_cypress.html
Toutes les lyrics de tous les albums sont disponibles, c'est une vraie mine d'or !

Vous pouvez telecharger les musiques suivantes en cliquant sur les liens donnés (une page s'ouvre alors, cliquez sur " free" en bas a droite du tableau, vous devez alors attendre 30 seconde puis vous pouvez telecharger!):

jump around
money
tequila sunrise
superstar
it ain't esay
what's your number