We Live This Shit (LP Version)

Artist：cypress hill

Songs Title：we live this shit

Eastside la

Cypress hill all day

Spark the la

We live this shit

We uptide

Gatt-blaster

Weedsmoker

Moneyholders

Well its the alleycat looking for the buddhasack

On my side is my ese cant 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 aint in peace bro turn it to a homicide

Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the eastside

Its a suicide when youre fucking with the hill

Fool drop your weapon or Im 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

Enemys a viewer Im sipping on caluha

Sitting back chilling with my nigga sonduhla

Heading to the eastside watch your back busta

Aint no hood for you here its all about the hustlas

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 its 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 dont give a damn

Sen dog and the hill still fucking up the program

Yeah yall, that big bad cypress and perro up in that place

What the fuck you wanna do now huh?

Kicking that funky cypress hill shit

Think I blast another give them something to deal with

Cause Im the ill one

Oh the cap-peel one

You comming round the hill fucking son I gotta spill one

Now Im heading to the eastside looking for revival

Living on the eastside fighting for survival

Gotta be nifty with the han 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 Im dead Im bringing my music to play there

For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, youre on my shoulders

You cant hold us back Im spitting out boulders

Crushing every opponent in opposition

I know youre wishing that I would bow to submission