King Of Tha Hill Lyrics

King Of Tha Hill lyrics

Intro: Ice Cube 

Living in a California cage, ya'll trying to study me

Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love 
You always gonna get niggas
like us, you know what I mean 
Got damn, how many more motherfuckin'
penatentaries ya'll gonna build 
How many jars you gonna try to put us in

You know what I'm saying 

Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none
of these niggas 
These triggas we's killas 
Sittin' on the porch in
between legs 
Wit a bitch French braiding my head 
Leave 'em til they
matted forearm tatted 
What's the Connection bitch you looking at it 
It
don't stop 
I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop

And it's gonna take a miracle 
To drive a car this color down Imperial

Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark 

[W.C.]


Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding 
nobody survives when
I got my steel up 
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga what the 
fuck
you looking at nigga true blue 
When I bust leaving bodies hanging like the
tongue 
on my chucks chalk another one 
Homicidal in the G ride 
I
swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside 
letting 'em have it 
With
my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking 
everybody nigga bitches and all
stretch 'em 
Out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses 
eyes big as
golf balls from the funny cigarette 
as the sun frowns on my forehead 
I
sweat murder which makes me a walking dead 
man bringing more bad news than
shlepp rock 
when I bust shots 
W.C. keep the hammer cocked...


[Mack 10] 

Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene 
I
got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams 
I put it down on
and off the record my flats a 
double decker, marble floors all checkered

Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and 
bombay like Peruvian
yae 
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man 
I make more
deliveries than the postman 
My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an

now it's kilos five and six double zeros 
Now what's next I'm stuck like
a Kotex 
blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex 
With my aces o-t on
a regular basis 
we got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases 
cause
ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla 
like a gangsta, a
killa 
But Mack I'll be the dope deala