King Of The Hill

(album: Bow Down - 1996)

[Ice Cube:]
Oh yeah it ain't over motherfuckers
These niggas don't understand
Every few years niggas got to get their motherfucking caps peeled back
Nigga this is Westside nigga, don't think, nigga don't think
Now, next motherfuckers go by the name of Cypress Hill
K all motherfucking day

Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real
Now I gots to fuck Cypress Hill
I got a voice you should fear
I drink a beer, bust a rap and end your fucking career
You fucking 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 dumping
Gotta treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch
You're smoking that shit too much, got your bitch ass touched
Sen Dog 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 one rapper down wit' your clique
I don't know one bitch on your dick
And I don't know one nigga bumping your shit
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 bitch

[Mack 10:]
We'll it's the hip-hop junkie starting static
Now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill letting niggas have it
Got these wannabe thugs up, load my slugs up
Hey yo back up Cube Dogg, we passed that bitch 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 and made them lay as I hit 'em, uh
Ain't got to sweat his punk ass 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 bitch
You should have known you can't fade a real hog
Breathing 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
Nigga miss me, I'm used to a ho trying to kiss me
Now what gave your bitch ass enough heart to diss me
You'll come up missing and Sen Dog is so wack he ain't worth dissing
You niggas need to listen
On everything I love my heat can't release a dub
Fuck rapping fuck strapping, 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

[Ice Cube (Mack 10):]
Everybody in the ghetto, know what you're doing
One white boy and two fucking Cubans
Claiming that you're loco, but you ain't Mexican
Listen to "No Vaseline" before you flex again
Fucking with the hogs
You say you Bloods but you ain't liked by the dogs fool
On tour only rapping to the yuppies
We the big fish I'll make a dish out you fucking guppies
So who are y'all with?
Niggas down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick
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 bitch ass in Australia
You say that I took your hook?
It must be the white boy thinking all niggas crooks
Now what, you hip-hop hippies?
How you fucking 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!

[Ice Cube (Mack 10) {W.C.}:]
"I'm havin Illusions"
Of Westside niggas whooping on your motherfucking ass
That's what you got illusions of, bitch!
(Yeah nigga, you's a bitch!)
(Dog we ain't got no niggas like you on my side)
(Nigga this is Inglewood)
(Westside, yeah!)
Check it out
We're waiting for round 2 you punk ass motherfuckers
And anybody else that wanna get some
Stand in line
But bring a lunch motherfuckers
{Ha ha ha ha}
{Dizzam, somebody got fucked up, nigga}