The Only Way

Cypress Hill - The Only Way Lyrics

Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingOnly way out is in a bag I figgaYou and me little punk ass niggaOnce you down with me you down for lifeWish they hustlin fo, keep the family tightWe run buisness snow I witnessWith evidence and contradictionThat's why I only love to control Love for my hoodI roll withI Love L.A., But It's A Jungle, We Come From The Darkest Corners, Where All The Street Kids RumbleGet they hustle onAnd hold die in a bundle, stumbleAnd the grandson can't stay humbleMany catch justiceAnd other pressure and crumbleWill them fuckers they're bound catch a coupleStreets of hot lead sure enough make you tumbleNo names attachedPut you out with one blowSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingFrom east side to the valley Raw dogs all over LAHere representin' caliLow riders and hot womenWhat you tell meWe rollin' out here its so smellyDon't slip and you could get dropped through the alleyAnd violated for credit and stuck in your bellyCuz its all about survivalBetter learn it quick or you might get wet on arrivalI got ways of dealin' with my ownA state of smoking for sureHot and heavy when i break a niggaHeat on the street in the form of gangbangersThis side of the earth don't forgiveChew you up spit you out likeLegal bill and stung like hellHunt your ass down to the graveyard hellSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingI said don't fuck growing up in the angel cityCaught a glimpse of life and say it with meI was an outlaw for so many years sonThe tears comeReminensing about the homies awaitin' hereEscape the street karmaNo matter what keep comin'Could never much sleepYou know everything is much harderWe setup and get shot upYou wanna survive you better have the street knowledgeRappers, actors, gangsters, ballers, watch cars, cop carsYou have fat wallet soYou might have a braveheart like clear WallaceTrigger with thievesWhen you're all alone and somebody comin' for yaSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dyingSometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying