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King of the Hill

Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers, these niggas don't understand

Every few years niggas got to get their motherfucking caps peeled back

Nigga this is Westside nigga, don't think, nigga don't think

Now, next motherfuckers, go by the name of Cypress Hill

K all motherfucking day

Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real

Now I gots to fuck Cypress Hill, I got a voice you should fear

I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking career

You fucking cowards, never seen a hood high powered

Like the Westside Connect, slide me my tech

I Got 'em soon as I spot 'em I'm dumpin'

Gots to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something

I see a joint in your clutch, you're smokin' that shit too much

Got your bitch ass touched

Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts

And B-Real sounding like he got baby nuts

I don't know why y'all think y'all slick

I don't know what rapper down wit your click

I don't know one bitch on your dick

And I don't know one nigga pumping your shit

I hear you claiming South Central wait

You ain't from my hood, y'all hoes from South Gate

Coming with a voice high pitched

The "B" in B-Real must stand for bitch

We'll its the hip-hop junkie startin' static, now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill

Letting niggas have it, got these wannabe thugs up, load my slugs up

Hey yo back up Cube Dogg we passed that bitch muggs up

Pull over and let me out this show no sight

Now let me show this White Boy what that Westside Connect like

Boo ya boo ya from tha gauge as I spit them

Tha buck shots spray and made them lay as I hit 'em, uhhh

Ain't got the Swedish punks ass no mo'

1 down and 2 to go hand me a Fo' Fo'

Let me get my ride on, get my homicide on

B-Real wish he could be me 'cause he know he can't see me, bitch

You should have known you can't fade a real hog

Bringin' Inglewood small, 'cause I'm a real dogg

You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come close

Because I'm ACE homies with Americas most

Nigga miss me, I'm used to a hoe trying to kiss me

Now what gave your bitch ass enough heart to diss me?

You'll come up missing

And Sen Dogg is so wacked he ain't even worth dissin'

You niggas need to listen

On everything I love my heat can't release a dub

Fuck rappin' fuck strapping I'll create another bloody glove

Its 1-0 and for sho' I'll kill

You pussies can't match my skill

Cause I'm the king of the hill

Everybody in the Ghetto, know what you're doing

1 white boy and 2 fucking Cubans

Claiming that you're Loco, but you ain't Mexican

Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again

Fucking with tha hoggs, you say you bloods

But you ain't nothing but a Dogg fool

On tour only rapping to tha yuppies

We the Big Fish that'll make a dish out you fucking guppies

So who y'all with?

Niggaz down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick

Has I stick it like King Kong and play Ping Pong

With this fake ass Cheech and Chong, did you tell ya

Momma that I had to help ya

When Sen Dogg left your bitch ass in Australia

You say that I took your hook?

It must be the White Boy thinking all niggaz crooks

Now what? You hip-hop hippies how you fucking junkies

Think you gonna punk me and chill

And deal with tha fact that you ain't got enough skill

To kill, the king of the hill

Ice Cube could you pass me my steel?

For real

I'm the king of the hill

Mack10 could you pass me my steel?

For real

I'm the king of the hill

Ice Cube could you pass me my steel?

For real

I'm the king of the hill

Westside could you pass me my steel?

For real

I'm the King of the hill!

I'm havin' illusions

A Westside niggas whooping on your motherfucking ass

That's what you gotta loose you lil' bitch

Yeah nigga youse a bitch

Dogg we ain't got no niggas like you on my side

Nigga this is Inglewood, westside yeah

Check it out, we're waiting for round 2 you punk ass mothefuckers

And anybody else that wanna get some, stand in line

But bring a lunch mothefuckers

This how somebody got fucked up nigga

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