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

Every few years think they can deal with the real
Now I gots to fuck 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 'em I'm dumpin'
to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch, you're smokin' shit too much
Got your ass touched

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

I you claiming South Central wait
You ain't from my hood, y'all hoes from South
Coming with a high pitched
The "B" in B-Real stand for bitch

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

Boo ya boo ya from tha gauge as I them
Tha buck shots spray and made lay as I hit 'em, uhhh
got the Swedish punks 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 know he see me, bitch
You should have known you fade a real hog
Bringin' Inglewood small, I'm a real dogg
You bustas wanna see me but you can't come close
Because I'm ACE homies with Americas

miss me, I'm used to a hoe trying to kiss me
Now what gave your ass enough heart to diss me?
You'll come up
And Sen Dogg is so wacked he even worth dissin'
You niggas need to

On everything I love my can't release a dub
Fuck rappin' fuck 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, know you're doing
1 white boy and 2 fucking
Claiming that Loco, but you ain't Mexican
Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex

with tha hoggs, you say you bloods
But you nothing but a Dogg fool
On tour rapping to tha yuppies
We the Big Fish that'll make a out you fucking guppies

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

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

Now what? You hip-hop hippies how you junkies
you gonna punk me and chill
And deal with tha fact that you 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 could you pass me my steel?
For
I'm the king of the
could you pass me my steel?
For
I'm the of the hill!

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

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

This how got fucked up nigga