Westside ConnectionKing Of The Hill

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 fuckin 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 And 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 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 ho 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 (hahaha) 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? Niggas 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 niggas 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 motherfuckin ass That's what you got illusions of, bitch
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