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david lee roth - king of the hill lyrics

[ice cube]
oh yeah,
it ain’t over motherf-ckers…
n-gg-s don’t understand…
every few years,
n-gg-s got to get their motherf-cking caps peeled back…
n-gg- this is westside n-gg-… dont think, n-gg- dont think!
now, next motherf-ckers… go by the name of cypress hill
k all motherf-cking day

[ice cube]
every few years n-gg-s think they can deal with the real
now i gots to f-ck cypress hill
i got a voice you should fear!
i drink a beer bust a rap and end your f-cking career
you f-ckin 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 b-tch -ss n-gg-s like they stole something
i see a joint in your clutch
you’re smokin that sh-t too much
got your b-tch -ss 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 b-tch on your d-ck
and i don’t know one n-gg- pumping your sh-t
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 b-tch

[mack 10]
we’ll its the hip-hop junkie startin static
now i’m rolling up cypress hill
letting n-gg-s have it
got these wannabe thugs up
load my slugs up
hey yo back up cube dogg we p-ssed that b-tch muggs up
pull over and let me out this show no sight
and 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 -ss 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 (biiiiiitch!)
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
n-gg- miss me
i’m used to a hoe trying to kiss me
now what gave your b-tch -ss enough heart to diss me?
you’ll come up missing
and sen dogg is so wacked he ain’t even worth dissin (hahaha)
you n-gg-s need to listen
on everything i love my heat can’t release a dub
f-ck rappin f-ck strapping i’ll create another bl–dy glove
its 1 – 0 and for sho’ i’ll kill
you p-ss-es can’t match my skill
cause i’m the king of the hill!

[ice cube]
everybody in the ghetto, know what you’re doing
1 white boy and 2 f-cking cubans
claiming that you’re loco
but you ain’t mexican
listen to “no vaseline” before you flex again
f-cking 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 f-cking guppies
so who y’all with?
n-gg-z down with cypress can wipe this sh-t off my d-ck
has i stick it like king kong
and play ping pong
with this fake -ss cheech and chong
did you tell ya
momma that i had to help ya
when sen dogg left your b-tch -ss in australia
you say that i took your hook?
it must be the white boy thinking all n-gg-z crooks
now what? you hip-hop hippies
how you f-cking 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

[mack10]
ice cube could you p-ss me my steel?
[ice cube]
for real!
[mack10]
i’m the king of the hill!

[ice cube]
mack10 could you p-ss me my steel?
[mack10]
for real!
[ice cube]
i’m the king of the hill!

[mack10]
ice cube could you p-ss me my steel?
[ice cube]
for real!
[mack10]
i’m the king of the hill!

[ice cube]
westside could you p-ss me my steel?
[mack10]
for real!
[ice cube]
i’m the king of the hill!

“i’m havin illusions”

[ice cube]
a westside n-gg-s whooping on your motherf-ckin -ss
that’s what you gotta loose u lil’ b-tch

[mack10]
yeah n-gg- youse a b-tch
dogg we aint got no n-gg-s like you on my side
n-gg- this is inglewood
westside yeeeeeah

[ice cube]
check it out…
we’re waiting for round 2 you punk -ss mothef-ckers
and anybody else that wanna get some
stand in line
but bring a lunch mothef-ckers…

- david lee roth lyrics

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