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Oh yeah, it ain't motherfuckers, these niggas don't understand
Every few years niggas got to get their motherfucking caps back
Nigga this is Westside nigga, think, nigga don't think
Now, next motherfuckers, go by the of Cypress Hill
K all day

Every few years niggas think can deal with the real
Now I to fuck Cypress Hill, I got a voice you should fear
I drink a bust a rap and end your fucking career
You fucking cowards, never a hood high powered
the Westside Connect, slide me my tech

I Got 'em soon as I spot 'em I'm
Gots to treat these bitch ass niggas they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch, you're smokin' that shit too
Got your bitch ass

Sen Dogg you can't rap from the
And B-Real sounding like he got baby
I know why y'all think y'all slick
I don't know what down wit your click
I don't know one on your dick
And I don't know one nigga pumping shit

I hear you claiming South wait
You from my hood, y'all hoes from South Gate
Coming with a high pitched
The "B" in B-Real must stand for

its the hip-hop junkie startin' static, now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill
Letting niggas have it, got wannabe thugs up, load my slugs up
Hey yo back up Cube we passed that bitch muggs up
Pull over and let me out this show no
Now let me show this White Boy what that Westside like

Boo ya boo ya tha gauge as I spit them
Tha shots spray and made them lay as I hit 'em, uhhh
got the Swedish punks ass no mo'
1 and 2 to go hand me a Fo' Fo'
Let me get my ride on, get my on

B-Real wish he could be me 'cause he know he can't see me,
You should have you can't fade a real hog
Inglewood small, 'cause I'm a real dogg
You wanna see me but you bustas can't come close
Because I'm ACE with Americas most

Nigga miss me, I'm to a hoe trying to kiss me
Now what gave your bitch ass enough heart to me?
You'll up missing
And Sen Dogg is so he ain't even worth dissin'
You niggas to listen

On I love my heat can't release a dub
Fuck rappin' fuck strapping create another bloody glove
Its 1-0 and for I'll kill
You pussies can't match my
Cause I'm the of the hill

Everybody in the Ghetto, what you're doing
1 boy and 2 fucking Cubans
Claiming that you're Loco, but you ain't
Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex

Fucking tha hoggs, you say you bloods
But you ain't nothing but a fool
On tour rapping to tha yuppies
We the Big Fish that'll make a dish out you fucking

So who y'all
Niggaz with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick
Has I stick it like King Kong and Ping Pong
With this fake ass Cheech and Chong, did you ya

Momma that I had to ya
When Sen Dogg left your bitch ass in
You say I took your hook?
It must be the White Boy thinking all niggaz

Now You hip-hop hippies how you fucking junkies
Think you gonna me and chill
And deal tha fact that you ain't got enough skill
To kill, the king of the

Ice Cube could you me my steel?
For
I'm the king of the
Mack10 could you pass me my
For
I'm the king of the

Ice Cube could you me my steel?
For
I'm the king of the
Westside could you me my steel?
For
I'm the of the hill!

I'm illusions
A Westside whooping on your motherfucking ass
That's what you gotta loose you lil'
nigga youse a bitch
Dogg we ain't got no like you on my side
Nigga this is Inglewood, westside

Check it out, waiting for round 2 you punk ass mothefuckers
And anybody else that wanna get some, stand in
But a lunch mothefuckers

This how got fucked up nigga