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

few years niggas think they can deal 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 your fucking
You fucking cowards, never seen a hood powered
Like the Connect, slide me my tech

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

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

I you claiming South Central 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 these thugs up, load my slugs up
Hey yo up Cube Dogg we passed that bitch muggs up
Pull over and let me out this show no
Now let me this White Boy what that Westside Connect like

Boo ya boo ya from tha gauge as I spit
Tha shots spray and made them lay as I hit 'em, uhhh
Ain't got the Swedish ass no mo'
1 down and 2 to go me a Fo' Fo'
Let me get my on, get my homicide 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
Inglewood small, 'cause I'm a real dogg
You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come
Because I'm ACE homies with most

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now You hip-hop hippies how you fucking junkies
Think you punk me and chill
And with 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 of the hill
could you pass me my steel?
For
I'm the of the hill

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

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

Check it out, we're for round 2 you punk ass mothefuckers
And else that wanna get some, stand in line
But a lunch mothefuckers

This how somebody got fucked up