Cypress Hill - We Live This Shit Lyrics
Chorus (sen dog):Eastside laCypress hill all daySpark the laWe live this shitWe ? uptideGatt-blasterWeedsmokerMoneyholdersB-real:Well its the alleycat looking for the buddhasackOn my side is my ese cant ***** with thatStarting out venom but if you wanna bill thoughCome in peace and you can come on the hill broBut if it aint in peace bro turn it to a homicideThrow you in the trunk take a ride to the eastsideIts a suicide when youre *****ing with the hillFool drop your weapon or Im comming for the killDuck from the gunshots that is sticking to yaStanding all alone shotgun goes boo-yaWatch it go through yaYa smelling like manureFools all bloody body chilling in the sewerEnemys a viewer Im sipping on caluhaSitting back chilling with my nigga sonduhlaHeading to the eastside watch your back bustaAint no hood for you here its all about the hustlasChorusSen-dog:Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hitsFor ever backing up that cypress hill clickTo my man on the corner with the shotgunshellSinging sad songs for the ones that fellTo me its kind of funny watching all these dummiesStraight turn tricks for the fame and the moneyWalk a little bold cause their record went goldGot him a new ride and up rid it their hoNeed this looking raw before you come actingFlexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinumCause I been thereDone thatFool check the formatSweep you and that bullshit under the doormatPut it to your grill like I dont give a damnSen dog and the hill still *****ing up the programYeah yall, that big bad cypress and perro up in that placeWhat the ***** you wanna do now huh?ChorusB-real:Kicking that funky cypress hill shitThink I blast another give them something to deal withCause Im the ill oneOh the cap-peel oneYou comming round the hill *****ing son I gotta spill oneNow Im heading to the eastside looking for revivalLiving on the eastside fighting for survivalGotta be nifty with the han solo and trying to show yoWittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yoOff to the stone garden you go and stay thereWhen Im dead Im bringing my music to play thereFor all the soldiers, moneyfolders, youre on my shouldersYou cant hold us back Im spitting out bouldersCrushing every opponent in oppositionI know youre wishing that I would bow to submissionChorus
