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Cypress Hill - Fuck Westside

Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal "We Are At War")
Ding Ding
It's two
I got my lunch and my fool
You think we gon bow down to some punk ass
We from the side, boy

Chorus: B-Real
[Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
Doughboy [Killa], 10 [Killa]
[Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]

In about four seconds east side niggaz
Is gonna put the foot in the ass of and Wack 10
I you stay tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's
It takes two of you to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you
"No Vaseline"
You be the big fish
your drama
Fuck mama
bring the pack of piranhas
You to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in video
You get
You can take your four W and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a thing of the
If I got no nuts it's because they're stuck in your ass
You're the of punks
King of
of thieves
Now get down of your fuckin' (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to

You try to remake NWA Dre and Ren
Dub's
But you're fuckin' up Mack 10
little philly
I'm tearing'
Can you see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at fat little frame
How can I
I'll your cap and take your name
it
My should be Mack 11
I'm a higher MC
There's no
you wann run up
You get with
You get
"Check Yo' self" (bitch it)
Ice Cube, you better (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best on your third album (biatch!)

Talkin']
You and 10
Can't deal with
Cypress Hill to the fullest
Fuck
So wanna do?
Bring it on,
This is Shag from the Family

[Shag's
10 is a bitch
Suckin' Ice dick
But what you faggets know about some gangsta (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's it to the streets
And fight real g's
What you wanna do?
You can't fuck these
never had a strap
Now you gangsta rap
Come can't to hood
'Cause scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, is war
Everybody on the
I see your fat ass
I'm one to your jaw
you
Fuck mama
Fuck whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're wit'

Can't bitch made niggaz
Ice Cube, youse an
Not a killa
What neighborhood you
What dirt you ever
When the shit goes
You the one to run
Everytime you
Got a full of drama
missing you done
Is to church wit'cha mama

verse]
You got the
Swingi' of my
Cube
Break niga, huh!
Dick-a
You ain't a
You a

Bitch made
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't 'em"--
like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you on
Is Ice Cube's
Now all in your guts
You like him
But you got no
If he's the
You must be the queen of the
But I the Cube's fat neck
"A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no
No
Westside Connections
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down wit' my
Why you always be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one on my dick
But yours is get a blood test for your kid
bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you
With real g
Bring clique on
You wanna
So get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
10
I give you a
I
realize that you're getting' fucked
And run to me
You little trick
You look real (Mmmm!)
I should you one of my hoes like
was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're fuckin' wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional Scarface movie land
Actor, gangsta
You win an award
For most wax banger
Fuck what you been
you're going through
East Side family,
What you do?

Eastside!
That's nigga!
East muthafuckin'
we die, nigga!
Fuck all you ass niggaz!
187
10 187
Any punk ass nigga
Who wanna take this
187
We hit niggaz up that
We bicoastal,
Cypress Hill
Niggaz better
We here to
Nigga, whoo
That's how we hoo ride
No love for none of ya'll punk ass
coast nigga, West coast
We give a fuck
Talk shit get shot,
That's how we feel,
get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' Cypress Hill
Yeah, I you knew nigga
I represent
How does that nigga
Cypress Family
They're gonna all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the out man)