(performed by cypress hill / mc ren / king tee)
Intro: [mc ren]
Yeah, yand'all know what the fuck this is
mc motherfuckinand' ren up in this bitch nigga
yeah, all yand'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit
we and'bout to drop this motherfucker on yand'all like this (*gun being loaded*)
punk ass niggas out here, nigga
we some southland killers in this motherfucker (*gun is cocked*)
(*gunshot*)
[mc ren]
niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs
while niggas makinand' faces like the rock on the curb
nigga peopleand's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
and groupie niggas banginand' for passes to the show (can i get in?)
big-ass cheques witand' plenty of oand's (oand's)
and hoes witand' big lips doinand' what they suposed (yeah)
didnand't have shit and'till i started to bust
and yand'all got shit and'cos of my balls are cussed
ren and cypress hill, they ainand't liver than us
nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss
nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked
get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble
fuck your bubble, i bust them shits
plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits
Chorus [b-real]
All, my niggas, do you wanna ride witand' us? (do ya wanna ride wit us?) (killers!)
throw your clips up, man weand's about to bust (man weand's about to bust) (killers!)
cy-press, hill click, yeah we ready for war (yeah we ready for war) (killers!)
all yand'all niggas, better just hit the floor (killers!)
[king tee]
iand'm close to the best thing, on the west wing
blown out your set, flames when the best sing
itand's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
they feel it in they heart, i was there to test things
didnand't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team
these niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names
itand's less strain
itand's all real, i bet fame, itand's a chess game
wrong move and itand's checkmate (thatand's right)
i might sound funny out here
but really, niggas get money out here
and hey, everyday is sunny out here
so listen, donand't play dummy out here
king try for bust make your whole pack run
stacked enough cash so now i stack guns
fat ones, all cold and black ones
southland killinand', itand's just how thatand's done
Chorus
[sen dog and b-real]
you can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill
but when your shit (?) is when die on the hill
we get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel
when your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
[sen dog] busters get slayed...!
[b-real]
...when you fuck around with real
take time to feel, what iand'm tellinand' you hoes (tellinand' you hoes)
you couldnand't fuck around with me if i was sellinand' you blows
just goes to show the incredible skill tell
bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well
gettin trampled, dumped on and thumped on
scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song
[sen dog]
donand't even fuck with these southland grandes
we the vatos that run on los angeles
call me mad dog, if you think you know me
if youand're not sure then turn around and leave slowly!
Chorus
