| 歌曲 | (Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose (LP Version) - LP Version |
| 歌手 | Cypress Hill |
| 专辑 | IV |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
| I got nothin to lose, i'm goin all out | |
| The deuce never stop, i refuse to play by the rules | |
| Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right | |
| Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light | |
| Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride | |
| When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride | |
| Billy club show me no love, think you above | |
| All the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close | |
| Let me lay it on the table, forget stable | |
| Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label | |
| You got nothin to lose, come on choose | |
| Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew | |
| Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself | |
| With the wealth or the chance to stay in good health | |
| Sword blade swingin you back off away | |
| And the track off the real, straight off the hill | |
| What the deal motherfucker? | |
| Chorus: b-real, sen dog | |
| I got nothin to lose (i'm goin all out) | |
| Nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out | |
| (i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out) | |
| Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out) | |
| Nothin to lose (i'm goin all out) | |
| Nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out | |
| (i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out) | |
| Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out) | |
| [sen dog] | |
| I'm goin all out, showin y'all what i'm about | |
| Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out | |
| Takin this pencil, across the brain | |
| Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained | |
| All out my system, take em, and then i twist em | |
| Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em | |
| As you fold i'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up | |
| Y'all get the picture, just call mr. excitement | |
| Comin with the thunder and lightning | |
| Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting | |
| So i keep the writing, down for the fighting | |
| Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting | |
| And let me take space up, heat your face up | |
| I'm goin all out, before the raise up | |
| Chorus | |
| Come on, come on | |
| [b-real] | |
| I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out | |
| Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out | |
| In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin | |
| You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin | |
| Expression, feelin the tension over the session | |
| The question, fillin your body with intention | |
| Don't mention the profession, keep adressin | |
| The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention | |
| I'm goin the fuck out, smith and wesson | |
| You better stall me out, no extension | |
| Only the strong will ever be settin the pace | |
| When you look up i'm gone and never left a trace | |
| No worries, set you with flurries and no juries | |
| Eight million stories in the city of furies | |
| Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist | |
| I got nothin to lose so i gat fools with this | |
| Chorus | |
| [sen dog] | |
| Oh yeah, cypress hill massive once again | |
| Comin to your record shop | |
| Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners | |
| We choppin heads off | |
| And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby | |
| This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
| I got nothin to lose, i' m goin all out | |
| The deuce never stop, i refuse to play by the rules | |
| Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right | |
| Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light | |
| Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride | |
| When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride | |
| Billy club show me no love, think you above | |
| All the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close | |
| Let me lay it on the table, forget stable | |
| Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label | |
| You got nothin to lose, come on choose | |
| Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew | |
| Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself | |
| With the wealth or the chance to stay in good health | |
| Sword blade swingin you back off away | |
| And the track off the real, straight off the hill | |
| What the deal motherfucker? | |
| Chorus: breal, sen dog | |
| I got nothin to lose i' m goin all out | |
| Nothin to lose you gonna fall out time run out | |
| i' m goin all out nothin to lose i' m goin all out | |
| Lightin the fuse to the bomb better run out | |
| Nothin to lose i' m goin all out | |
| Nothin to lose you gonna fall out time run out | |
| i' m goin all out nothin to lose i' m goin all out | |
| Lightin the fuse to the bomb better run out | |
| sen dog | |
| I' m goin all out, showin y' all what i' m about | |
| Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out | |
| Takin this pencil, across the brain | |
| Ain' t stoppin there til the rhymes all drained | |
| All out my system, take em, and then i twist em | |
| Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em | |
| As you fold i' ll sting ya, run up and you bitch up | |
| Y' all get the picture, just call mr. excitement | |
| Comin with the thunder and lightning | |
| Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting | |
| So i keep the writing, down for the fighting | |
| Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting | |
| And let me take space up, heat your face up | |
| I' m goin all out, before the raise up | |
| Chorus | |
| Come on, come on | |
| breal | |
| I' m goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out | |
| Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out | |
| In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin | |
| You get sent a lesson ain' t missin the point blessin | |
| Expression, feelin the tension over the session | |
| The question, fillin your body with intention | |
| Don' t mention the profession, keep adressin | |
| The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention | |
| I' m goin the fuck out, smith and wesson | |
| You better stall me out, no extension | |
| Only the strong will ever be settin the pace | |
| When you look up i' m gone and never left a trace | |
| No worries, set you with flurries and no juries | |
| Eight million stories in the city of furies | |
| Don' t get the twist, you listen or get the fist | |
| I got nothin to lose so i gat fools with this | |
| Chorus | |
| sen dog | |
| Oh yeah, cypress hill massive once again | |
| Comin to your record shop | |
| Check this out, we ain' t takin no prisoners | |
| We choppin heads off | |
| And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby | |
| This is war baby, from now until the new mmmmmmmillelnium |