[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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