[{"id":30393188,"name":"Southland Killers","trackName":"Southland Killers","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"VI Stoned Raiders","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\nYeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\nWe 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\nPunk motherfuckers out here nigga\nWe some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nWe rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\nBustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\nAnd groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\nBig ass checks with plenty of O's\nAnd niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\nDidn't have shit 'til I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nThe legendary villain, who started the fuss\nCock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\nUnderbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\nNiggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nNiggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\nWhen your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\nWe get high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\nLike you signed a deal or signed over your will\nBUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\nTake time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\nCouldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\nJust goes to show the incredible skills held\nPunk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\nGettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\nStraight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe them vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me Mad Dog if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: VI Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\n  Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\n  Punk motherfuckers out here nigga\n  We some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\n  We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\n  Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\n  And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\n  Big ass checks with plenty of O's\n  And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust\n  And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  The legendary villain, who started the fuss\n  Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\n  Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\n  Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  I'm close to the best thing on the West wing\n  Blown out your set, flames when the vet sing\n  It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n  They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n  Then the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\n  These niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\n  It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\n  It's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\n  I might sound funny out here\n  But really, niggas gettin' money out here\n  And hey, every day is sunny out here\n  So listen, don't play dummy out here\n  King Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\n  Stacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\n  Fat ones, all chrome and black ones\n  Southland killin' is just how that's done\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  Niggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\n  When your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\n  We get high on the hill, rely on the steel\n  When your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\n  Like you signed a deal or signed over your will\n  BUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\n  Take time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\n  Couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\n  Just goes to show the incredible skills held\n  Punk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\n  Gettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\n  Straight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\n  Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n  We them vatos that run on Los Angeles\n  Call me Mad Dog if you think you know me\n  If you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n"},{"id":32609128,"name":"Southland Killers","trackName":"Southland Killers","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\nYeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\nWe 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\nPunk motherfuckers out here nigga\nWe some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nWe rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\nBustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\nAnd groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\nBig ass checks with plenty of O's\nAnd niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\nDidn't have shit 'til I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nThe legendary villain, who started the fuss\nCock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\nUnderbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\nNiggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nNiggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\nWhen your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\nWe get high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\nLike you signed a deal or signed over your will\nBUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\nTake time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\nCouldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\nJust goes to show the incredible skills held\nPunk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\nGettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\nStraight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe them vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me Mad Dog if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\n  Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\n  Punk motherfuckers out here nigga\n  We some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\n  We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\n  Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\n  And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\n  Big ass checks with plenty of O's\n  And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust\n  And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  The legendary villain, who started the fuss\n  Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\n  Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\n  Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  I'm close to the best thing on the West wing\n  Blown out your set, flames when the vet sing\n  It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n  They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n  Then the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\n  These niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\n  It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\n  It's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\n  I might sound funny out here\n  But really, niggas gettin' money out here\n  And hey, every day is sunny out here\n  So listen, don't play dummy out here\n  King Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\n  Stacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\n  Fat ones, all chrome and black ones\n  Southland killin' is just how that's done\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  Niggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\n  When your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\n  We get high on the hill, rely on the steel\n  When your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\n  Like you signed a deal or signed over your will\n  BUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\n  Take time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\n  Couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\n  Just goes to show the incredible skills held\n  Punk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\n  Gettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\n  Straight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\n  Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n  We them vatos that run on Los Angeles\n  Call me Mad Dog if you think you know me\n  If you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n"},{"id":26727427,"name":"Southland Killers","trackName":"Southland Killers","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\nYeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\nWe 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\nPunk motherfuckers out here nigga\nWe some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nWe rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\nBustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\nAnd groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\nBig ass checks with plenty of O's\nAnd niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\nDidn't have shit 'til I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nThe legendary villain, who started the fuss\nCock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\nUnderbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\nNiggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nNiggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\nWhen your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\nWe get high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\nLike you signed a deal or signed over your will\nBUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\nTake time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\nCouldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\nJust goes to show the incredible skills held\nPunk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\nGettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\nStraight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe them vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me Mad Dog if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Original Album Classics\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\n  Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\n  Punk motherfuckers out here nigga\n  We some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\n  We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\n  Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\n  And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\n  Big ass checks with plenty of O's\n  And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust\n  And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  The legendary villain, who started the fuss\n  Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\n  Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\n  Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  I'm close to the best thing on the West wing\n  Blown out your set, flames when the vet sing\n  It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n  They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n  Then the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\n  These niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\n  It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\n  It's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\n  I might sound funny out here\n  But really, niggas gettin' money out here\n  And hey, every day is sunny out here\n  So listen, don't play dummy out here\n  King Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\n  Stacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\n  Fat ones, all chrome and black ones\n  Southland killin' is just how that's done\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  Niggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\n  When your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\n  We get high on the hill, rely on the steel\n  When your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\n  Like you signed a deal or signed over your will\n  BUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\n  Take time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\n  Couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\n  Just goes to show the incredible skills held\n  Punk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\n  Gettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\n  Straight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\n  Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n  We them vatos that run on Los Angeles\n  Call me Mad Dog if you think you know me\n  If you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n"},{"id":26780716,"name":"Southland Killers","trackName":"Southland Killers","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":205.626667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\nYeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\nWe 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\nPunk motherfuckers out here nigga\nWe some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nWe rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\nBustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\nAnd groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\nBig ass checks with plenty of O's\nAnd niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\nDidn't have shit 'til I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nThe legendary villain, who started the fuss\nCock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\nUnderbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\nNiggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nNiggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\nWhen your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\nWe get high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\nLike you signed a deal or signed over your will\nBUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\nTake time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\nCouldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\nJust goes to show the incredible skills held\nPunk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\nGettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\nStraight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe them vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me Mad Dog if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 205627\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\n  Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\n  Punk motherfuckers out here nigga\n  We some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\n  We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\n  Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\n  And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\n  Big ass checks with plenty of O's\n  And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust\n  And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  The legendary villain, who started the fuss\n  Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\n  Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\n  Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  I'm close to the best thing on the West wing\n  Blown out your set, flames when the vet sing\n  It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n  They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n  Then the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\n  These niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\n  It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\n  It's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\n  I might sound funny out here\n  But really, niggas gettin' money out here\n  And hey, every day is sunny out here\n  So listen, don't play dummy out here\n  King Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\n  Stacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\n  Fat ones, all chrome and black ones\n  Southland killin' is just how that's done\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  Niggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\n  When your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\n  We get high on the hill, rely on the steel\n  When your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\n  Like you signed a deal or signed over your will\n  BUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\n  Take time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\n  Couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\n  Just goes to show the incredible skills held\n  Punk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\n  Gettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\n  Straight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\n  Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n  We them vatos that run on Los Angeles\n  Call me Mad Dog if you think you know me\n  If you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n"},{"id":26718288,"name":"Southland Killers","trackName":"Southland Killers","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":205.824083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\nYeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\nWe 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\nPunk motherfuckers out here nigga\nWe some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nWe rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\nBustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\nAnd groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\nBig ass checks with plenty of O's\nAnd niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\nDidn't have shit 'til I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nThe legendary villain, who started the fuss\nCock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\nUnderbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\nNiggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nNiggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\nWhen your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\nWe get high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\nLike you signed a deal or signed over your will\nBUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\nTake time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\nCouldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\nJust goes to show the incredible skills held\nPunk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\nGettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\nStraight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe them vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me Mad Dog if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 205824\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\n  Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\n  Punk motherfuckers out here nigga\n  We some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\n  We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\n  Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\n  And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\n  Big ass checks with plenty of O's\n  And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust\n  And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  The legendary villain, who started the fuss\n  Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\n  Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\n  Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  I'm close to the best thing on the West wing\n  Blown out your set, flames when the vet sing\n  It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n  They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n  Then the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\n  These niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\n  It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\n  It's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\n  I might sound funny out here\n  But really, niggas gettin' money out here\n  And hey, every day is sunny out here\n  So listen, don't play dummy out here\n  King Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\n  Stacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\n  Fat ones, all chrome and black ones\n  Southland killin' is just how that's done\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  Niggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\n  When your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\n  We get high on the hill, rely on the steel\n  When your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\n  Like you signed a deal or signed over your will\n  BUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\n  Take time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\n  Couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\n  Just goes to show the incredible skills held\n  Punk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\n  Gettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\n  Straight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\n  Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n  We them vatos that run on Los Angeles\n  Call me Mad Dog if you think you know me\n  If you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n"},{"id":26769482,"name":"Southland Killers","trackName":"Southland Killers","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders (Advance)","duration":205.902458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\nYeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\nWe 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\nPunk motherfuckers out here nigga\nWe some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nWe rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\nBustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\nAnd groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\nBig ass checks with plenty of O's\nAnd niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\nDidn't have shit 'til I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nThe legendary villain, who started the fuss\nCock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\nUnderbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\nNiggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nNiggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\nWhen your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\nWe get high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\nLike you signed a deal or signed over your will\nBUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\nTake time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\nCouldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\nJust goes to show the incredible skills held\nPunk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\nGettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\nStraight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe them vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me Mad Dog if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders (Advance)\n  duration_ms: 205902\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\n  Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\n  Punk motherfuckers out here nigga\n  We some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\n  We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\n  Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\n  And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\n  Big ass checks with plenty of O's\n  And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust\n  And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  The legendary villain, who started the fuss\n  Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\n  Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\n  Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  I'm close to the best thing on the West wing\n  Blown out your set, flames when the vet sing\n  It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n  They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n  Then the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\n  These niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\n  It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\n  It's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\n  I might sound funny out here\n  But really, niggas gettin' money out here\n  And hey, every day is sunny out here\n  So listen, don't play dummy out here\n  King Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\n  Stacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\n  Fat ones, all chrome and black ones\n  Southland killin' is just how that's done\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n\n  Niggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill\n  When your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill\n  We get high on the hill, rely on the steel\n  When your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed\n  Like you signed a deal or signed over your will\n  BUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real\n  Take time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch\n  Couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows\n  Just goes to show the incredible skills held\n  Punk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well\n  Gettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on\n  Straight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on\n\n  Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n  We them vatos that run on Los Angeles\n  Call me Mad Dog if you think you know me\n  If you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\n  Throw your clips up\n  Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\n  Cypress Hill clique\n  Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\n  All y'all niggas\n  Better just hit the floor\n"},{"id":37717626,"name":"Southland Killers","trackName":"Southland Killers","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Original Album Classics  (Compilation)","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\nYeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\nWe 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\nPunk motherfuckers out here nigga\nWe some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nWe rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\nBustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\nAnd groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\nBig ass checks with plenty of O's\nAnd niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\nDidn't have shit 'til I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nThe legendary villain, who started the fuss\nCock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\nUnderbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\nNiggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? 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(Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Original Album Classics  (Compilation)\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch\n  Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this\n  Punk motherfuckers out here nigga\n  We some Southland killers in this motherfucker\n\n  We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb\n  Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit\n  And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)\n  Big ass checks with plenty of O's\n  And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust\n  And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  The legendary villain, who started the fuss\n  Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped\n  Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble\n  Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  All my niggas\n  Do you wanna ride with us? 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(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)\nCy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)\nAll y'all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\n(King Tee)\nI'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the best sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nDidn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team\nThese niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names\nIt's less strain\nIt's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\nWrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas get money out here\nAnd hey, everyday is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing try for bust make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all cold and black ones\nSouthland Killin', it's just how that's done\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Sen Dog and B-Real)\nYou can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill\nbut when your shit (?) is when die on the Hill\nWe get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled\nLike you, signed the deal, or signed over your will\n(Sen Dog) BUSTERS GET SLAYED...!\n\n(B-Real)\n...when you fuck around with Real\nTake time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)\nYou couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows\nJust goes to show the incredible skill tell\nBitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well\nGettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on\nScraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG\n\n(Sen Dog)\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe the vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me Mad Dog, if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Southland Killers (Explicit Version)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 205880\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: MC Ren)\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is\n  MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga\n  Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit\n  We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this (gun being loaded)\n  Punk ass niggas out here, nigga\n  We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker (gun is cocked)\n  (GUNSHOT)\n\n  (MC Ren)\n  Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs\n  While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb\n  Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold\n  And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)\n  Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)\n  And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)\n  Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust\n  And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed\n  Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n  Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss\n  Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked\n  Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped\n  Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble\n  Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble\n  Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits\n  Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real)\n\n  All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n  (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)\n  Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n  (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)\n  Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n  (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)\n  All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor\n  (Killers!)\n\n  (King Tee)\n  I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing\n  Blown out your set, flames when the best sing\n  It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n  They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n  Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team\n  These niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names\n  It's less strain\n  It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\n  Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)\n  I might sound funny out here\n  But really, niggas get money out here\n  And hey, everyday is sunny out here\n  So listen, don't play dummy out here\n  King try for bust make your whole pack run\n  Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns\n  Fat ones, all cold and black ones\n  Southland Killin', it's just how 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everyday is sunny out here\n[01:48.82] So listen, don't play dummy out here\n[01:51.82] King try for bust make your whole pack run\n[01:53.85] Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns\n[01:56.82] Fat ones, all cold and black ones\n[01:58.86] Southland killin', it's just how that's done\n[02:01.80] All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n[02:05.89] (Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n[02:06.85] (Killers!)\n[02:07.88] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[02:11.89] (Man we's about to bust)\n[02:12.85] (Killers!)\n[02:13.84] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[02:15.84] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[02:16.84] (Killers!)\n[02:17.84] All you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n[02:19.88] (Killers!)\n[02:20.84] You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill\n[02:24.81] But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill\n[02:27.87] We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel\n[02:29.82] When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled\n[02:31.82] Like you, signed the 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rib popped\nUnder bosses and trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble\nFuck your bubble, I bust them shits\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\nI'm close to the best thing, on the west wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the best sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nDidn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team\nThese niggas shoot first they they askin' check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\nWrong move and it's checkmate\n\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas get money out here\nAnd hey, everyday is 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things\nDidn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team\nThese niggas shoot first they they askin' check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\nWrong move and it's checkmate\n\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas get money out here\nAnd hey, everyday is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing try for bust make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all cold and black ones\nSouthland killin', it's just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\nYou can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill\nBut when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill\nWe get, high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets 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(Do you wanna ride with us?)\nThrow your clips up\nMan, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)\nCypress Hill clique\nYeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)\nAll y'all niggas\nBetter just hit the floor\n\nI'm close to the best thing on the West wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the vet sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nThen the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came\nThese niggas shoot first, then ask and check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame\nIt's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas gettin' money out here\nAnd hey, every day is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash, so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all chrome and black ones\nSouthland killin' is just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas\nDo you wanna ride with us? 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don't play dummy out here\nKing try for bust make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all cold and black ones\nSouthland killin', it's just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\nYou can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill\nBut when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill\nWe get, high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled\nLike you, signed the deal, or signed over your will\nBusters get slayed when you fuck around with real\nTake time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes\nYou couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows\n\nJust goes to show the incredible skill tell\nBitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well\nGettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on\nScraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song\nDon't even fuck with these Southland grandes\nWe the vatos that run on Los Angeles\nCall me mad dog, if you think you know me\nIf you're not sure then turn around and leave slowly\n\nAll my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is\n[00:03.46] MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga\n[00:07.22] Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit\n[00:11.45] We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like this\n[00:14.43] Punk ass niggas out here, nigga\n[00:16.42] We some southland killers in this motherfucker\n[00:19.44] Niggas all across town, all up in the suburbs\n[00:22.40] While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb\n[00:25.40] Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold\n[00:27.41] And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show\n[00:30.42] Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's\n[00:32.43] And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed\n[00:35.49] Didn't have shit till I started to bust\n[00:37.48] And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed\n[00:40.47] Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\n[00:42.45] Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss\n[00:45.40] Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked\n[00:47.43] Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped\n[00:50.44] Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble\n[00:52.46] Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble\n[00:55.49] Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits\n[00:58.68] Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n[01:00.60] All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n[01:04.69] (Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n[01:06.66] (Killers!)\n[01:07.64] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[01:08.69] (Man we's about to bust)\n[01:11.69] (Killers!)\n[01:13.63] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[01:14.60] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[01:16.66] (Killers!)\n[01:17.69] All you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n[01:19.67] (Killers!)\n[01:21.69] I'm close to the best thing, on the west wing\n[01:25.64] Blown out your set, flames when the best sing\n[01:26.60] It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n[01:28.61] They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n[01:30.69] Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team\n[01:33.61] These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names\n[01:36.62] It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\n[01:39.60] Wrong move and it's checkmate\n[01:41.63] I might sound funny out here\n[01:43.85] But really, niggas get money out here\n[01:46.80] And hey, everyday is sunny out here\n[01:48.82] So listen, don't play dummy out here\n[01:51.82] King try for bust make your whole pack run\n[01:53.85] Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns\n[01:56.82] Fat ones, all cold and black ones\n[01:58.86] Southland killin', it's just how that's done\n[02:01.80] All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n[02:05.89] (Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n[02:06.85] (Killers!)\n[02:07.88] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[02:11.89] (Man we's about to bust)\n[02:12.85] (Killers!)\n[02:13.84] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[02:15.84] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[02:16.84] (Killers!)\n[02:17.84] All you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n[02:19.88] (Killers!)\n[02:20.84] You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill\n[02:24.81] But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill\n[02:27.87] We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel\n[02:29.82] When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled\n[02:31.82] Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will\n[02:34.84] Busters get slayed when you fuck around with real\n[02:38.06] Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes\n[02:40.07] You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows\n[02:42.09] Just goes to show the incredible skill tell\n[02:45.08] Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well\n[02:48.02] Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on\n[02:50.82] Scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song\n[02:53.08] Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n[02:56.08] We the vatos that run on Los Angeles\n[02:58.00] Call me mad dog, if you think you know me\n[03:01.00] If you're not sure then turn around and leave slowly\n[03:03.06] All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n[03:07.03] (Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n[03:08.06] (Killers!)\n[03:09.02] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[03:12.05] (Man we's about to bust)\n[03:13.05] (Killers!)\n[03:14.08] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[03:17.07] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[03:18.06] (Killers!)\n[03:19.07] All you all niggas, 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MC Ren & King Tee","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is\nMC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga\nYeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit\nWe about to drop this motherfucker on you all like this\nPunk ass niggas out here, nigga\nWe some southland killers in this motherfucker\n\nNiggas all across town, all up in the suburbs\nWhile niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb\nNigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold\nAnd groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show\nBig-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's\nAnd hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed\nDidn't have shit till I started to bust\nAnd y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed\n\nRen and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us\nNigga legendary villian, who started the fuss\nNigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked\nGet your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped\nUnder bosses and trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble\nFuck your bubble, I bust them shits\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\nI'm close to the best thing, on the west wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the best sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nDidn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team\nThese niggas shoot first they they askin' check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\nWrong move and it's checkmate\n\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas get money out here\nAnd hey, everyday is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing try for bust make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all cold and black ones\nSouthland killin', it's just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\nYou can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill\nBut when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill\nWe get, high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled\nLike you, signed the deal, or signed over your will\nBusters get slayed when you fuck around with real\nTake time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes\nYou couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows\n\nJust goes to show the incredible skill tell\nBitch nigga, now you trapped 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when you fuck around with real\n[02:38.06] Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes\n[02:40.07] You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows\n[02:42.09] Just goes to show the incredible skill tell\n[02:45.08] Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well\n[02:48.02] Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on\n[02:50.82] Scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song\n[02:53.08] Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n[02:56.08] We the vatos that run on Los Angeles\n[02:58.00] Call me mad dog, if you think you know me\n[03:01.00] If you're not sure then turn around and leave slowly\n[03:03.06] All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n[03:07.03] (Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n[03:08.06] (Killers!)\n[03:09.02] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[03:12.05] (Man we's about to bust)\n[03:13.05] (Killers!)\n[03:14.08] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[03:17.07] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[03:18.06] (Killers!)\n[03:19.07] All you all niggas, 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trouble, they under my rubble\nClone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble\nFuck your bubble, I bust them shits\nPlaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits\n\nAll, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\nI'm close to the best thing, on the west wing\nBlown out your set, flames when the best sing\nIt's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\nThey feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\nDidn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team\nThese niggas shoot first they they askin' check names\nIt's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\nWrong move and it's checkmate\n\nI might sound funny out here\nBut really, niggas get money out here\nAnd hey, everyday is sunny out here\nSo listen, don't play dummy out here\nKing try for bust make your whole pack run\nStacked enough cash so now I stack guns\nFat ones, all cold and black ones\nSouthland killin', it's just how that's done\n\nAll my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n(Killers!)\nThrow your clips up, man we's about to bust\n(Man we's about to bust)\n(Killers!)\nCypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n(Yeah we ready for war)\n(Killers!)\nAll you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n(Killers!)\n\nYou can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill\nBut when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill\nWe get, high on the hill, rely on the steel\nWhen your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled\nLike you, signed the deal, or signed over your will\nBusters get slayed when you fuck around with real\nTake time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes\nYou couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows\n\nJust goes to show the incredible skill tell\nBitch nigga, now you trapped 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wit us?)\n[01:06.66] (Killers!)\n[01:07.64] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[01:08.69] (Man we's about to bust)\n[01:11.69] (Killers!)\n[01:13.63] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[01:14.60] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[01:16.66] (Killers!)\n[01:17.69] All you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n[01:19.67] (Killers!)\n[01:21.69] I'm close to the best thing, on the west wing\n[01:25.64] Blown out your set, flames when the best sing\n[01:26.60] It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain\n[01:28.61] They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things\n[01:30.69] Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team\n[01:33.61] These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names\n[01:36.62] It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game\n[01:39.60] Wrong move and it's checkmate\n[01:41.63] I might sound funny out here\n[01:43.85] But really, niggas get money out here\n[01:46.80] And hey, everyday is sunny out here\n[01:48.82] So listen, don't play dummy out here\n[01:51.82] King try for bust make your whole pack run\n[01:53.85] Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns\n[01:56.82] Fat ones, all cold and black ones\n[01:58.86] Southland killin', it's just how that's done\n[02:01.80] All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n[02:05.89] (Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n[02:06.85] (Killers!)\n[02:07.88] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[02:11.89] (Man we's about to bust)\n[02:12.85] (Killers!)\n[02:13.84] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[02:15.84] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[02:16.84] (Killers!)\n[02:17.84] All you all niggas, better just hit the floor\n[02:19.88] (Killers!)\n[02:20.84] You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill\n[02:24.81] But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill\n[02:27.87] We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel\n[02:29.82] When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled\n[02:31.82] Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will\n[02:34.84] Busters get slayed when you fuck around with real\n[02:38.06] Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes\n[02:40.07] You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows\n[02:42.09] Just goes to show the incredible skill tell\n[02:45.08] Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well\n[02:48.02] Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on\n[02:50.82] Scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song\n[02:53.08] Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes\n[02:56.08] We the vatos that run on Los Angeles\n[02:58.00] Call me mad dog, if you think you know me\n[03:01.00] If you're not sure then turn around and leave slowly\n[03:03.06] All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?\n[03:07.03] (Do ya wanna ride wit us?)\n[03:08.06] (Killers!)\n[03:09.02] Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust\n[03:12.05] (Man we's about to bust)\n[03:13.05] (Killers!)\n[03:14.08] Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war\n[03:17.07] (Yeah we ready for war)\n[03:18.06] (Killers!)\n[03:19.07] All you all niggas, 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