We Live This Shit (LP Version)
Artist：cypress hill
Songs Title：we live this ****

Eastside la

Cypress hill all day
Spark the la

We live this ****
We uptide

Gatt-blaster

****smoker

Moneyholders

Well its the alleycat looking for the buddhasack

On my side is my ese cant **** 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 ****ing 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 ***** 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 ******** under the doormat

Put it to your grill like I dont give a damn
Sen dog and the hill still ****ing up the program
Yeah yall, that big bad cypress and perro up in that place

What the **** you wanna do now huh?
Kicking that funky cypress hill ****

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 ****ing 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