Eastside L.A.
 Cypress Hill all day
 Spark the lah
 We live this shit

 We latin-thug type
 Gat-blasters
 Weedsmokers
 Moneyholders, that's right

 [B-Real]
 Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack
 On my side is my ese can't fuck with that
 Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
 Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro
 But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide
 Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside
 It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill
 Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming for the kill
 Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
 Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
 Watch it go through ya
 Ya smelling like manure
 Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer
 Enemy's a viewer I'm sipping on caluha
 Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
 Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta
 Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas

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 [Sen Dog]
 Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits
 For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
 To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell
 Singing sad songs for the ones that fell
 To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies
 Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
 Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold
 Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho
 Need this looking raw before you come acting
 Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum
 Cause I been there
 Done that
 Fool check the format
 Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat
 Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn
 Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program
 Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place
 What the fuck you wanna do now huh?

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 [B-Real]
 Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
 Think I blast another give them something to deal with
 Cause I'm the ill one
 Oh the cap-peel one
 You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one
 Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival
 Living on the Eastside fighting for survival
 Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo
 Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo
 Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
 When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there
 For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders
 You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
 Crushing every opponent in opposition
 I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission

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