Cypress Hill, MC Ren, King T - Southland Killers tekst piosenki (lyrics)

Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is
MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga
Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out
Here talkin all that shit
We 'bout to drop this motherfucker
On y'all like this (gun being loaded)
Punk ass niggas out here, nigga
We some Southland Killers
In this motherfucker (gun is cocked)
(GUNSHOT)

Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like The
Rock on the curb
Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for
Passes to the show (Can I get in?)
Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)
And hoes wit' big lips
Doin' what they suposed (yeah)
Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust


And y'all got shit 'cos of
My balls are cussed ren and Cypress Hill
They ain't liver than us
Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double Glock, cocked
Get your shit rocked get your crib knocked
Nigga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble
They under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain
Like The Hubble
Fuck your bubble, I bust them shit's
Plaques and shit, grab my dick
Spit these hit's

All, my niggas, 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 niggas, 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, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas, 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 niggas, better just hit the floor
(Killers)

You can try to ride with the Hill
Lie on the Hill
But when your shit 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

When you fuck around with Real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes
(Tellin' you hoes)
You couldn't fuck around with me if
I was sellin' you blows
Just goes to show the incredible skill tell
Bitch nigga
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

Don't even fuck 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!

All, my niggas, 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 niggas, better just hit the floor
(Killers)