歌曲 | Looking Through the Eye of a Pig |
歌手 | Cypress Hill |
专辑 | Live at the Fillmore |
作词 : Freese, Muggerud | |
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye | |
Hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried | |
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay | |
Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today | |
So many different attitudes, that i come across | |
I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost | |
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets | |
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat | |
Bound gagged raped, i'm frustrated, i hate it | |
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated | |
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie | |
Sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why | |
Don't i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge | |
To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain | |
What a ****** shame, i don't wanna live, i paint the wall | |
With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all | |
The eye of the pig | |
* dj muggs cuts and scratches 'this pig' from _pigs_ * | |
I've been on the force, over twenty years, i can say | |
That i'm worse, than some of these mother******s i put away | |
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law | |
Lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the *************in | |
Pieces of *************t who should be on the ****** news hangin | |
These days you can't tell who's-who in the world | |
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? | |
*************, i need a drink, and i'm almost off | |
At the precinct, it's like an aa meeting all gone wrong | |
I.a. got an eye, on my close friend guy | |
For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy | |
That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other | |
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers | |
Midnight, ? left on my *************ft | |
Think i'll get my ************* sucked by this basshead ************* | |
My marriage is all ******, my wife is with the neighbors | |
Subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these ****** divorce papers | |
I recall, happier times, before the fall | |
Look into the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
... long interlude ... | |
Now i'm on my way, back to the station to check out | |
So i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about | |
My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt | |
Look into the eye of the pig, i'm all ****** | |
No longer can i determine, who's the criminal | |
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile | |
No one gives a ************* about me, i'm slippin | |
Into darkness, i'm comin to grips and feelin heartless | |
Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows | |
Duly modified, probably a **** dealer inside | |
'pull it over to the curb, take your keys out..' | |
.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position | |
Don't move, or i'm gonna blast your ****** head off | |
Just tell me where the guns and **** are and you'll get off | |
Don't give me that bull*************t, i've heard about your raps | |
All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps | |
Ok, mr. freeload, get the ************* out of the truck | |
I love it how all you ****** rappers think it's so funny | |
Hit the ****** floor, i need no probable cause | |
You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause | |
You find it funny? get that smile off your face | |
Mother****** take this | |
*beatdown ensues as words fade* |
zuò cí : Freese, Muggerud | |
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye | |
Hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried | |
I' m out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay | |
Where you never know, if you' ll be makin it home today | |
So many different attitudes, that i come across | |
I' m hard to console tonight, feeling nobody' s lost | |
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets | |
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat | |
Bound gagged raped, i' m frustrated, i hate it | |
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated | |
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie | |
Sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why | |
Don' t i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge | |
To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain | |
What a shame, i don' t wanna live, i paint the wall | |
With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all | |
The eye of the pig | |
dj muggs cuts and scratches ' this pig' from _pigs_ | |
I' ve been on the force, over twenty years, i can say | |
That i' m worse, than some of these mother s i put away | |
I' m in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law | |
Lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the in | |
Pieces of t who should be on the news hangin | |
These days you can' t tell who' swho in the world | |
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? | |
, i need a drink, and i' m almost off | |
At the precinct, it' s like an aa meeting all gone wrong | |
I. a. got an eye, on my close friend guy | |
For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy | |
That doesn' t concern me, we never rat on each other | |
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers | |
Midnight, ? left on my ft | |
Think i' ll get my sucked by this basshead | |
My marriage is all , my wife is with the neighbors | |
Subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these divorce papers | |
I recall, happier times, before the fall | |
Look into the eye of the pig, i see it all | |
... long interlude ... | |
Now i' m on my way, back to the station to check out | |
So i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about | |
My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt | |
Look into the eye of the pig, i' m all | |
No longer can i determine, who' s the criminal | |
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile | |
No one gives a about me, i' m slippin | |
Into darkness, i' m comin to grips and feelin heartless | |
Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows | |
Duly modified, probably a dealer inside | |
' pull it over to the curb, take your keys out..' | |
.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position | |
Don' t move, or i' m gonna blast your head off | |
Just tell me where the guns and are and you' ll get off | |
Don' t give me that bull t, i' ve heard about your raps | |
All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps | |
Ok, mr. freeload, get the out of the truck | |
I love it how all you rappers think it' s so funny | |
Hit the floor, i need no probable cause | |
You got a big sack of coke in your truck what? so take a pause | |
You find it funny? get that smile off your face | |
Mother take this | |
beatdown ensues as words fade |