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cypress hill - fuck westside connection lyrics

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[sh-g]
gimmie that beat, b-tch! (vocal sample: “we are at war”)
ding ding m-th-f-cka
it’s round two
i got my lunch and my dinner, fool
you think we gon bow down to some punk -ss n-gg-z
we from the evil side, boy

chorus: b-real [sh-g]
doughboy [killa], wack 10 [killa]
doughboy [killa], wack 10 [killa]
doughboy [killa], wack 10 [killa]
doughboy [killa], wack 10 [killa]

[b-real]
in about four seconds some west side n-gg-z
is gonna put the foot in the -ss of doughboy and wack 10
i suggest you stay tuned m-th-f-ckas

[b-real’s verse]
it takes two of you f-ggets to get with one of me
now i’m running up in you hoes
with “no vaseline”
you could be the big fish
bring your drama
f-ck your mama
i’ll bring the pack of piranhas
you tried to pull a ditty, ho
but you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video
you get addicted
you can take your four fingers and stick it in mack 10’s -ss and lick it
my f-cken east side -ss
is a thing of the past
if i got no nuts it’s because i wazn’t made up 4 da ladies
i’m the king of punks
king of busters
king of thieves
now i’ma get down of my f-ckin’ knees (sh-g: bow down)
start to sucking

you try to remake nwa without dre and ren
dub’s cool
but you’re f-ckin’ up with mack 10
silly little philly
i’m back tearing’
can you really see my machine gun turrets?
open and aimed at your fat little frame
how can i miss?
i’ll twist your cap and take your name
-n-lyze it
my name should be mack 11
i’m a higher caliber mc
there’s no question
anytime you wann run up
you get dealt with
you get melted
“check yo’ self” (b-tch check it)
ice cube, you better tell’em (tell ’em m-th–f-cka)
muggs made the best songs on your third alb-m (b–tch!)

[sh-g talkin’]
you and wack 10
can’t deal with this
cypress hill to the m-th-f-ckin’ fullest
f-ck y’all
so what’cha wanna do?
bring it on, n-gg-
this is sh-g from the neighborhood family

[sh-g’s verse]
i’ma b–tch
suckin’ ma mama’s d-ck
but what you f-ggets know about some gangsta sh-t (b-real: nothin)
let’s take it to the streets
and fight like real g’s
what you n-gg-z wanna do?
you can’t f-ck with these
ain’t never had a strap
now you wanna gangsta rap
come can’t to your hood
’cause you’re scared to get jacked
f-ck peace, this is war
everybody on the floor
when i see your fat -ss
i’m takin’ one to your jaw
f-ck me
f-ck ma mama
f-ck ma whole clique
better yet, f-ck every n-gg- that i’m down wit’
unoriginal
can’t stand b-tch made n-gg-z lik der r on da east
ice cube, youse an actor
not a m-th-f-ckin’ killa
what neighborhood you from?
what dirt you ever done?
when the sh-t goes down
you the first one to run
everytime you talk
got a mouth full of drama
only missing you done
is going to church wit’cha mama

[b-real’s verse]
you got the real-a
swingi’ of my nuts
cube killa
break maself niga, huh!
d-ck-a lick-a
you ain’t a killa
you a busta
m-th-f-cka
b-tch made n-gg-z
i never trust maself “can’t trust ’em”–
ladies like you can’t figure out where you’re from
are you from south central, the westside or compton?
mack 10, the only thing you hoggin’ on
is ice cube’s nuts
now he’s all in your guts
you wannabe like him
but you got no skills
if he’s the king
you must be the queen of the hill
but i shank the cube’s fine neck
’cause “a b-tch iz a b-tch”
and a b-tch don’t get no respect
no doubt
east side connections means
i’m stickin’ ma d-ck in ma momma’s mouth (aahhh!)
all of your homies are down wit’ my clique
why you always gotta be bitin’ my sh-t
and you don’t know one b-tch on my d-ck
but yours is best get a blood test for your kid
only bangin’ you done was with toy figures
your mama wouldn’t let you hang
with real g n-gg-z
bring your clique on
you wanna scr-p
so let’s get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
me
i give myself a year
i guarantee
i’ll realize that i’m getting’ f-cked
and i’ll run to some westside n-gg-z
some pretty little trick
look real sweet (mmmm!)
dwm should make me one of dem real n-gg-z like
i’m no fictional scarface movie land bullsh-t
actor, studio gangsta
you should win an award
for most outstanding wax banger
f-ck what you been through
what you’re going through
west side family, n-gg-
what you wanna do?

[sh-g]
westside!
that’s right n-gg-!
east m-th-f-ckin’ side
’til’ we die, n-gg-!
f-ck all you punk -ss n-gg-z!

any other punk -ss n-gg-
who wanna take this beat
we hit n-gg-z up like that
we bicoastal, n-gg-
cypress hill family
n-gg-z better recognize
we here to chastise
n-gg-, whoo bangin’
that’s how we hoo ride n-gg-
no love for none of ya’ll punk -ss n-gg-z
west coast n-gg-, east coast
we don’t give a f-ck
talk sh-t get shot, n-gg-
that’s how we feel, n-gg-
n-gg-z get killed,
caps get peeled f-ckin’ with cypress hill
yeah, i thought you knew n-gg-
i represent m-th-f-cka
how does that sound n-gg-
they’re gonna f-ck all ya’ll biggaz
(: “you got knocked the f-ck out manâ€¦)

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