Hill Cypress We Live This Shit Lyrics

We Live This Shit Lyrics

Chorus: Sen Dog 

  

 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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