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

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

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

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

I you claiming South Central wait
You ain't from my hood, hoes from South Gate
Coming with a voice pitched
The "B" in must stand for bitch

We'll its the junkie startin' static, now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill
Letting niggas have it, got these thugs up, load my slugs up
Hey yo back up Dogg we passed that bitch muggs up
Pull over and let me out show no sight
Now let me show this White Boy that Westside Connect like

Boo ya boo ya from tha as I spit them
Tha buck shots spray and made them lay as I hit 'em,
Ain't got the punks ass no mo'
1 down and 2 to go me a Fo' Fo'
Let me get my ride on, get my on

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

Nigga miss me, I'm used to a hoe to kiss me
Now what gave your bitch ass enough to diss me?
You'll come up
And Sen Dogg is so wacked he ain't worth dissin'
You niggas need to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm havin'
A Westside whooping on your motherfucking ass
what you gotta loose you lil' bitch
Yeah nigga a bitch
Dogg we got no niggas like you on my side
this is Inglewood, westside yeah

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

This how somebody got fucked up