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Cypress Hill - Westside Connection

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

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

In about four seconds some east niggaz
Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and 10
I suggest you tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's
It two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm up in you hoes
"No Vaseline"
You could be the big
Bring drama
Fuck your
I'll bring the pack of
You to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the rockers up in your video
You get
You can your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a of the past
If I got no nuts it's because they're still in your ass
the King of punks
King of
King of
Now get down of fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to

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

Talkin']
You and 10
Can't with this
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin'
Fuck
So what'cha do?
it on, nigga
This is Shag the Neighborhood Family

verse]
Mack 10 is a
Suckin' Ice dick
But what you faggets about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's it to the streets
And like real g's
What you wanna do?
You can't fuck these
Ain't had a strap
Now you gangsta rap
Come to your hood
you're scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, is war
Everybody on the
I see your fat ass
I'm takin' one to jaw
you
Fuck your
Fuck your whole
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down

Can't stand made niggaz
Ice Cube, an actor
Not a killa
What you from?
What you ever done?
the shit goes down
You the one to run
you talk
Got a mouth of drama
Only missing you
Is going to wit'cha mama

[B-Real's
You got the
Swingi' of my
Killa
Break niga, huh!
lick-a
You ain't a
You a

Bitch niggaz
I never trust ya "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you figure out where you're from
Are you from Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's
Now all in your guts
You wannabe him
But you got no
If the king
You be the queen of the Hill
But I the Cube's fat neck
'Cause "A Iz A Bitch"
And a don't get no respect
No
Westside means
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your are down wit' my clique
Why you gotta be bitin' my shit
And you know one bitch on my dick
But yours is best get a blood test for kid
Only you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you
real g niggaz
Bring your on
You wanna
So get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
10
I give you a
I
You'll realize you're getting' fucked
And run to me
You pretty little
You look real (Mmmm!)
I make you one of my hoes like
was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional movie land bullshit
Actor, gangsta
You should win an
For outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you through
you're going through
East Side family,
you wanna do?

Eastside!
That's nigga!
muthafuckin' side
we die, nigga!
Fuck all you ass niggaz!
187
10 187
Any other ass nigga
Who take this beat
187
We hit niggaz up like
We bicoastal,
Cypress family
Niggaz better
We here to
Nigga, whoo
how we hoo ride nigga
No love for none of ya'll punk ass
East coast nigga, coast
We don't give a
Talk get shot, nigga
That's how we feel,
get killed,
Caps get fuckin' with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew
I represent
How does sound nigga
Hill Family
They're gonna fuck all biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the out man)