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Cypress Hill - Throw Your Set In The Air Instrumental Lyrics

[Whispered]
"Who there, who there."
"Ask that little young maybe here man. I got all fuck goin' on everyday,
what you want man?"
"Hey what's up O.G. showtime man?
"What's up homes."
"Hey man, I've been thinkin' man an' I'm-"
"Been thinkin' about what."
"Hey I'm ready to get put down on this set."
"You ready to get put down on this set?"
"I'm ready to represent shit"
"On this one right here?"
"Yes baby."
"You ready to die for this?"
"I'm ready to die for this nigga."
"What you ready to do ni'"
"An' I'm ready to put in."
"What you [Whack]ready to do! You ready to [Whack]GET yeah! GET IT! GET
IT! [Slap!]Hmmm get it! Yeah. Hit 'im! What set you from now, huh?
Word. What set you from..."
Every nigga out there wanna be down with our crew
Some ain't got enough heart let me ask you
This: Would you be down like a soldier
Loyal
An' do everything I told ya
I can mold ya
Into a warrior
Down for you neighborhood
Glockin' out, do a G with the flavor
Criminal behavior
On the mind
When I got your back
You know I got your back
Each and every time
Throw your set in the air
Come on!
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw it up homes!
Wave it around like you just don't care
It's time to exit that buster nigga
Get your hands out you pockets and your finger
On the trigger
Lead will fly
We don't die
We multiply
Throw your set up in the sky
I asked you kid
'Cause you can't fuck with this
Nigga, when I got the Glock
Ya better duck quick
'Cause I ain't havin' it
If ya got your gatt
You better start grabbin' it
I can handle it
Soy numero uno
Mero mero
You know I run with Muggs and the Perro
Firin' up that heater
When I'm givin' up my set I got my nina-millametre
Los Scandalous, Killafornia: where I'm from
Dum diddy dum, diddy diddy dum dum
I'm workin' on your ass
Now you know where I'm from
Dum diddy dum, diddy diddy dum dum
Throw your set in the air
Come on!
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw it up!
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw up your hood homes!
Wave it around like you just don't care
Come, come on!
Throw your set in the air
Give it up!
Wave it around like you just don't care
"Nigga throw your set in the air, nigga you know what I'm sayin', you
scared, you be takin' your mothafuckin' punk ass to church, 'cause where
I'm from nigga on the East side, every mothafuckin' day is a job, nigga.
You gotta handle your business, because if you don't, your mothafuckin'
gatt will get peeled back! And that ain't no bullshit. If you wanna test
it nigga, bring it on nigga, you know what I'm sayin'. Throw your
mothafuckin' set up in the air."
Let me take you to the dark side of the moon
Tell Mama that you won't be comin' home anytime soon
'Cause I got ya under my thumb nigga
What's that you claimin'?
Better be the same set I'm claimin'
Take a look around
Count this amount
Of soldiers when I'm chillin' on the East side of town
And it won't stop 'till I'm done
Dum diddy dum, diddy diddy dum dum
Throw your set in the air
Come on!
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw it up!
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw your hood up!
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Get it up!
Wave it around like you just don't care
"Yeah, that's right. We're straight givin' up the hood all day fool.
Cypress Hill mo'fucker what you wanna do? Ah huh. Givin' my shit up in
your FACE fool!"