Eastside L.A.
Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah
We live this [bad word] 

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 [bad word] with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though [bad word] in peace and you [bad word] on the Hill bro
But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the [bad word] take a ride to the Eastside
It's a suicide when you're [bad word] with the Hill
Fool drop your weapon or [bad word] 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 [bad word] SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta
Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas

 [bad word] 

[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 [bad word] acting
Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum
Cause I been there
Done that
Fool check the format
Sweep you and that [bad word] under the doormat
Put it to your grill like I don't give a [bad word] 
Sen Dog and the Hill still [bad word] up the program
Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place
What the [bad word] you wanna do now huh?

 [bad word] 

[B-Real]
Kicking that funky Cypress Hill [bad word] 
Think I blast another give them something to deal with
Cause I'm the ill one
Oh the cap-peel one
 [bad word] round the Hill [bad word] 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
 [bad word] every opponent in opposition
I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission

 [bad word]