Cypress Hill Southland Killers Lyrics

(feat. King Tee, MC Ren)

[Intro: MC Ren]

Yeah, y'all know what the f___ this is
MC m_________in' Ren up in this b____ n____
Yeah, all y'all b____-a__ n____s out here talkin all that s___
We 'bout to drop this m_________er on y'all like this [gun being loaded]
Punk a__ n____s out here, n____
We some Southland Killers in this m_________er [gun is c___ed]
[GUNSHOT]

[MC Ren]
n____s all acrosss town, up in the suburbs
While n____s makin' faces like The Rock on the curb
n____ People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie n____s bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)
Big-a__ cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)
Didn't have s___ 'till I started to bust
And y'all got s___ 'cos of my b____ are cussed
Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
n____ Legendary Villian, who started the fuss
n____ double glock, c___ed, get your s___ rocked
Get your crib knocked, n____ have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone m_________ers, always the villain, like The Hubble
f___ your bubble, I bust them s___s
Plaques and s___, grab my d___, spit these hits

[Chorus: B-Real]

All, my n____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!)
Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)
All y'all n____s, better just hit the floor (Killers!)

[King Tee]
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 (?), the bullet-proof vest team
These n____s shoot first they they askin (?) names
It's less strain
It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)
I might sound funny out here
But really, n____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

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog and B-Real]
You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill
but when your s___ (?) is when die on the Hill
We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel
When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
[Sen Dog] BUSTERS GET SLAYED...!

[B-Real]
...when you f___ around with Real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)
You couldn't f___ around with me if I was sellin' you blows
Just goes to show the incredible skill tell
b____ n____, now you trapped under my wig well
Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG

[Sen Dog]
Don't even f___ 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!

[Chorus]

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