Текст песни Cypress Hill - Pigs

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood,Well, this pig worked at the station,This pig he killed my homeboy,So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation.This pig he is the chief,Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley,He's got a son that'a a pig too,He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley.This pig is known as a narco,If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be,This pig he's a fuckin' fagSo all his homepigs they call him a pussy.Well, this pig he's really cool,So in this class, we know, he rides all alone,Well, this pig's steady eatin' donutsWhile some mothafuckas out robbin' your home.This pig, he's a big punk,And I know that he can't stand the sight of me,'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart,

And when ya tell 'em that you're a group from society.This pig works for the mafiaMakin' some money off crack,But this little pig got caughtSo when he gets to the pen, it's all about the payback.'Cause once he gets to the pen,They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vestTo protect him from some mad nigga,Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest.And it's all about bacon or sausage,Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine?Niggas wanna do him in the assJust to pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line.That fuckin' pig!Look what he got himself into!Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta the little punk,Anybody like pork-chops?How 'bout a ham sandwich?How 'bout a ham sandwich?
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