Pigs (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, California, August 16, 2000) - Cypress Hill

Written by：Louis Frees

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood

Well this pig worked at the station

This pig he killed my homeboy

So the f**kin' 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 f**kin' fag

So all his homepigs they call him a p**sy

Well this pig he's really cool

So in this class we know he rides all alone

Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts

While some motherf**kers out robbin' your home

This pig he's a big punk

And I know that he can't stand the sight of me

'Cos pigs don't like it when ya act smart

And when ya tell 'em that your a group from society

This pig works for the mafia

Makin' some money off crack

But this little pig got caught

So when he gets to the pen it's all about the pay back

'Cos once he gets to the pen

They won't provide the little pig with a bullet proof vest

To protect him from some mad ni**a

Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest

An' it's all about breakin' off sausage

Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine

Niggas wanna do him in the a**

Just ta pay his a** back so they're standin' in line

That f**kin' pig

That's clu the pig

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Look out DJ

Look my creer

Said no

Look sottrack

Said no

Look more then crezy

Swing to the to on the time