King Of The Hill

Oh Yeah

It ain't over motherf**kers

N***as don't understand

Every few years

N***as got to get their motherf**king caps peeled back

N***a this is Westside n***a don't think n***a don't THINK

Now next motherf**kers go by the name of Cypress Hill

K all motherf**king day

Every few years n***as 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**kin 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 b***h a*s n***as like they stole something

I see a joint in your clutch

You're smokin that s**t too much

Got your b***h 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 b***h on your d**k

And I don't know one n***a pumping your s**t

I hear you claiming South Central wait

You ain't from my hood

Y'all h*es from South Gate

Coming with a voice high pitched

The B in B-Real must stand for b***h

We'll its the Hip-Hop junkie startin static

Now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill

Letting n***as have it

Got these wannabe thugs up

Load my slugs up

Hey yo back up Cube Dogg we passed that b***h Muggs up

Pull over and let me out this show no sight

And 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

Biiiiiitch

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

N***a miss me

I'm used to a h*e trying to kiss me

Now what gave your b***h a*s enough heart to diss me

You'll come up missing

And Sen Dogg is so wacked he ain't even worth dissin

Hahaha

You n***as 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

N***az down with Cypress can wipe this s**t 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 b***h a*s in Australia

You say that I took your hook

It must be the White Boy thinking all n***az 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

Mack10

Ice Cube could you pass me my steel

For real

Mack10

I'm the king of the Hill

Mack10 could you pass me my steel

Mack10

For real

I'm the King of the Hill

Mack10

Ice Cube could you pass me my steel

For real

Mack10

I'm the king of the Hill

Westside could you pass me my steel

Mack10

For real

I'm the King of the Hill

'I'm havin Illusions

A Westside n***as whooping on your motherf**kin a*s

That's what you gotta loose u lil' b***h

Mack10

Yeah n***a youse a b***h

Dogg we ain't got no n***as like you on my side

N***a this is Inglewood

Westside Yeeeeeah

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