King Of The Hill

Oh yeah, it ain't over motherf**kers, these niggas don't understand Every few years niggas got to get their motherf**king caps peeled back Nigga this is Westside nigga, don't think, nigga don't think Now, next motherf**kers, go by the name of Cypress Hill K all motherf**king day Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real Now I gots to f**k Cypress Hill, I got a voice you should fear I drink a beer bust a rap and end your f**king career You f**king cowards, never seen a hood high powered Like the Westside Connect, slide me my tech I Got 'em soon as I spot 'em I'm dumpin' Gots to treat these bitch a*s niggas like they stole something I see a joint in your clutch, you're smokin' that shit too much Got your bitch a*s touched Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts And B-Real sounding like he got baby nuts I don't know why y'all think y'all slick I don't know what rapper down wit your click I don't know one bitch on your d**k And I don't know one nigga pumping your shit I hear you claiming South Central wait You ain't from my hood, y'all hoes from South Gate Coming with a voice high pitched The "B" in B-Real must stand for bitch We'll its the hip-hop junkie startin' static, now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill Letting niggas have it, got these wannabe thugs up, load my slugs up Hey yo back up Cube Dogg we pa*sed that bitch muggs up Pull over and let me out this show no sight Now let me show this White Boy what that Westside Connect like Boo ya boo ya from tha gauge as I spit them Tha buck shots spray and made them lay as I hit 'em, uhhh Ain't got the Swedish punks a*s no mo' 1 down and 2 to go hand me a Fo' Fo' Let me get my ride on, get my homicide on B-Real wish he could be me 'cause he know he can't see me, bitch You should have known you can't fade a real hog Bringin' Inglewood small, 'cause I'm a real dogg You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come close Because I'm ACE homies with Americas most Nigga miss me, I'm used to a hoe trying to kiss me Now what gave your bitch a*s enough heart to diss me? You'll come up missing And Sen Dogg is so wacked he ain't even worth dissin' You niggas need to listen On everything I love my heat can't release a dub f**k rappin' f**k strapping I'll create another bloody glove Its 1-0 and for sho' I'll kill You pussies can't match my skill Cause I'm the king of the hill Everybody in the Ghetto, know what you're doing 1 white boy and 2 f**king Cubans Claiming that you're Loco, but you ain't Mexican Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again f**king with tha hoggs, you say you bloods But you ain't nothing but a Dogg fool On tour only rapping to tha yuppies We the Big Fish that'll make a dish out you f**king guppies So who y'all with? Niggaz down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my d**k Has I stick it like King Kong and play Ping Pong With this fake a*s Cheech and Chong, did you tell ya Momma that I had to help ya When Sen Dogg left your bitch a*s in Australia You say that I took your hook? It must be the White Boy thinking all niggaz crooks Now what? You hip-hop hippies how you f**king junkies Think you gonna punk me and chill And deal with tha fact that you ain't got enough skill To kill, the king of the hill Ice Cube could you pa*s me my steel? For real I'm the king of the hill Mack10 could you pa*s me my steel? For real I'm the king of the hill Ice Cube could you pa*s me my steel? For real I'm the king of the hill Westside could you pa*s me my steel? For real I'm the King of the hill! I'm havin' illusions A Westside niggas whooping on your motherf**king a*s That's what you gotta loose you lil' bitch Yeah nigga youse a bitch Dogg we ain't got no niggas like you on my side Nigga this is Inglewood, westside yeah Check it out, we're waiting for round 2 you punk a*s mothef**kers And anybody else that wanna get some, stand in line But bring a lunch mothef**kers This how somebody got f**ked up nigga