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King Of The Hill Lyrics - Bow Down - Westside Connection

Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers, these niggas don't understand 

Every few years niggas got to get their motherfucking caps peeled back 

Nigga this is Westside nigga, don't think, nigga don't think 

Now, next motherfuckers, go by the name of Cypress Hill 

K all motherfucking day 

 

Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real 

Now I gots to fuck Cypress Hill, I got a voice you should fear 

I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking career 

You fucking 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 ass niggas like they stole something 

I see a joint in your clutch, you're smokin' that shit too much 

Got your bitch ass 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 dick 

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 passed 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 ass 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 ass 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 

Fuck rappin' fuck 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 fucking Cubans 

Claiming that you're Loco, but you ain't Mexican 

Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again 

 

Fucking 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 fucking guppies 

 

So who y'all with? 

Niggaz down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick 

Has I stick it like King Kong and play Ping Pong 

With this fake ass Cheech and Chong, did you tell ya 

 

Momma that I had to help ya 

When Sen Dogg left your bitch ass 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 fucking 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 pass me my steel? 

For real 

I'm the king of the hill 

Mack10 could you pass me my steel? 

For real 

I'm the king of the hill 

 

Ice Cube could you pass me my steel? 

For real 

I'm the king of the hill 

Westside could you pass me my steel? 

For real 

I'm the King of the hill! 

 

I'm havin' illusions 

A Westside niggas whooping on your motherfucking ass 

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 ass mothefuckers 

And anybody else that wanna get some, stand in line 

But bring a lunch mothefuckers 

 

This how somebody got fucked up nigga 

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