King Of The Hill

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Westside Connection - Rap, Hip-Hop

King Of The Hill

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[Intro: Ice Cube] Oh, yeah! It ain't over, motherfuckers These niggas don't understand Every few years, niggas got to get they motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' day [Verse 1: Ice Cube] 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 fuckin' career You fuckin' cowards! Never seen a hood high-powered Like the Westside Connect — slide me my TEC! I got 'em! Soon as I spot 'em, I'm dumpin' Gotta treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole somethin' I see a joint in your clutch You're smokin' that shit too much, got yo' bitch ass touched Sen Dog — you can't rap from the guts And B-Real soundin' like he got baby nuts I don't know why y'all think y'all slick I don't know one rapper down wit' your clique I don't know one bitch on your dick And I don't know one nigga bumpin' your shit I hear you claimin' South Central Wait! You ain't from my hood, y'all hoes from South Gate Comin' with a voice high-pitched The "B" in B-Real must stand for bitch! [Verse 2: Mack 10] Well, it's the hip-hop junkie startin' static Now I'm rollin' up Cypress Hill, lettin' niggas have it Got these wannabe thugs up, load my slugs up A-yo, back up, Cube Dogg, we passed that bitch Muggs up Pull over, lemme out, it's on on-site Now lemme show this white boy what that Westside Connect like BOOYAH! BOOYAH! from the gauge as I spit 'em The buck shots spray, made 'em lay as I hit 'em, uh! Ain't got to sweat his punk ass no mo' One down and two to go, hand me a fo'-fo' Lemme 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've knew you can't fade a real hog Breathin' Inglewood smog 'cause I'm a real dog You bustas wanna see me, but you can't come close Because I'm Ace homies with Amerikkka's Most Nigga, miss me! I'm used to a ho tryin' to kiss me Now, what gave yo' bitch ass enough heart to diss me?! You'll come up missin', and Sen Dog is so wack, he ain't worth dissin' You niggas need to listen! On everythin' I love, my heat can't release a dub Fuck rappin', fuck strappin', I created another bloody glove It's 1-0, and for sho' I'll kill You pussies can't match my skill 'cause I'm the King Of The Hill [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Everybody in the ghetto, know what you're doin' One white boy and two fuckin' Cubans Claimin' that you're loco, but you ain't Mexican Listen to "No Vaseline" before you flex again! Fuckin' with the hogs You say you Bloods, but you ain't liked by the dogs, fool On tour only rappin' to the yuppies We the big fish, I'll make a dish out you fuckin' guppies So who are y'all with? Niggas down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick! As I stick it like King Kong! And play Ping Pong! With this fake ass Cheech & Chong Did you tell ya momma that I had to help ya When Sen Dog left your bitch ass in Australia? You say that I took your hook? It must be the white boy thinkin' all niggas crooks! Now what? You hip-hop hippies? How you fuckin' junkies? Think you gonna punk me and chill? And deal with the fact that you ain't got enough skill To kill the King Of The Hill? [Hook: Ice Cube & Mack 10] 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! [Outro: Ice Cube, Mack 10 & W.C.] "I'm havin' Illusions" Of Westside niggas whoopin' on your motherfuckin' ass That's what you got illusions of, bitch! Yeah, nigga, you's a bitch! Dog, we ain't got no niggas like you on my side Nigga, this Inglewood Westside, yeah! Check it out We're waitin' for round 2, you punk ass motherfuckers And anybody else that wanna get some — stand in line But bring ya lunch, motherfuckers Hahahaha! Dizzam! Somebody got fucked up, nigga!

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Credits

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  • Ice Cube
  • Mack 10
  • QDIII