King Of The Hill lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Oh yeah it ain't over motherf*ckers
These n*ggas don't understand
Every few years n*ggas got to get their motherf*ckin' caps peeled back
n*gga this is Westside n*gga, don't think, n*gga don't think
Now, next motherf*ckers go by the name of Cypress Hill
K all motherf*ckin' day

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Every few years n*ggas 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*ckin' career
You f*ckin' 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 b*tch ass n*ggas like they stole somethin'
I see a joint in your clutch
You're smokin' that sh*t too much, got your b*tch 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 b*tch on your di*k
And I don't know one n*gga bumpin' your sh*t
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 b*tch
[Verse 2: Mack 10]
We'll it's the hip-hop junkie startin' static
Now I'm rollin' up Cypress Hill lettin' n*ggas have it
Got these wannabe thugs up, load my slugs up
Hey yo back up Cube Dogg, we passed that b*tch Muggs up
Pull over and let me out, it's on on sight
Now let me show this white boy what that Westside Connect like
Booya booya from the gauge as I spit them
The buck shots spray made them 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'
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 b*tch
You should have known 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
n*gga miss me, I'm used to a ho tryin' to kiss me
Now what gave your b*tch ass enough heart to diss me
You'll come up missin' and Sen Dog is so wack he ain't worth dissin'
You n*ggas need to listen
On everything I love my heat can't release a dub
f*ck rappin', f*ck 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, Mack 10]
Everybody in the ghetto, know what you're doin'
One white boy and two f*ckin' Cubans
Claimin' that you're loco, but you ain't Mexican
Listen to "No Vaseline" before you flex again
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' guppies
So who are y'all with?
n*ggas down with Cypress can wipe this sh*t off my di*k
As 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 Dog left your b*tch ass in Australia
You say that I took your hook?
It must be the white boy thinkin' all n*ggas crooks
Now what, you hip-hop hippies?
How you f*ckin' 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?
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 n*ggas whoopin' on your motherf*ckin' ass
That's what you got illusions of, b*tch!
Yeah n*gga, you's a b*tch!
Dog we ain't got no n*ggas like you on my side
n*gga this is Inglewood
Westside, yeah!
Check it out
We're waitin' for round 2 you punk ass motherf*ckers
And anybody else that wanna get some
Stand in line
But bring a lunch motherf*ckers
Ha ha ha ha
Dizzam, somebody got f*cked up, n*gga