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cypress hill – southland killers lyrics

yeah, you all know what the f-ck this is
mc motherf-ckin’ ran up in this b-tch n-gg-
yeah, all you all b-tch–ss n-gg-s out here talkin all that sh-t
we about to drop this motherf-cker on you all like this
punk -ss n-gg-s out here, n-gg-
we some southland killers in this motherf-cker

n-gg-s all across town, all up in the suburbs
while n-gg-s makin’ faces like the rock on the curb
n-gg- people’s elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
and groupie n-gg-s bangin’ for p-sses to the show
big–ss cheques wit’ plenty of o’s
and hoes wit’ big lips doin’ what they supposed
didn’t have sh-t till i started to bust
and y’all got sh-t ‘cos of my b-lls are cussed

ren and cypress hill, they ain’t liver than us
n-gg- legendary villian, who started the fuss
n-gg- double glock, c-cked, get your sh-t rocked
get your crib knocked, n-gg- have that rib popped
under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
clone motherf-ckers, always the villain, like the hubble
f-ck your bubble, i bust them sh-ts
plaques and sh-t, grab my d-ck, spit these hits

all, my n-gg-s, do you wanna ride wit’ us?
(do ya wanna ride wit us?)
(killers!)
throw your clips up, man we’s about to bust
(man we’s about to bust)
(killers!)
cypress hill click, yeah we ready for war
(yeah we ready for war)
(killers!)
all you all n-gg-s, better just hit the floor
(killers!)

i’m close to the best thing, on the west wing
blown out your set, flames when the best sing
it’s a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
they feel it in they heart, i was there to test things
didn’t arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team
these n-gg-s shoot first they they askin’ check names
it’s less strain, it’s all real, i bet fame, it’s a chess game
wrong move and it’s checkmate

i might sound funny out here
but really, n-gg-s get money out here
and hey, everyday is sunny out here
so listen, don’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 killin’, it’s just how that’s done

all my n-gg-s, do you wanna ride wit’ us?
(do ya wanna ride wit us?)
(killers!)
throw your clips up, man we’s about to bust
(man we’s about to bust)
(killers!)
cypress hill click, yeah we ready for war
(yeah we ready for war)
(killers!)
all you all n-gg-s, better just hit the floor
(killers!)

you can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill
but when your sh-t talk starts is when die on the hill
we get, high on the hill, rely on the steel
when your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
busters get slayed when you f-ck around with real
take time to feel, what i’m tellin’ you hoes
you couldn’t f-ck around with me if i was sellin’ you blows

just goes to show the incredible skill tell
b-tch n-gg-, now you trapped under my wig well
gettin’ trampled, dumped on and thumped on
scr-ped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song
don’t even f-ck with these southland grandes
we the vatos that run on los angeles
call me mad dog, if you think you know me
if you’re not sure then turn around and leave slowly

- cypress hill lyrics

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