Southland Killers - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Southland Killers - Explicit Version |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freese, McBride, Muggerud ... | |
| Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is | |
| MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga | |
| Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit | |
| We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like this | |
| Punk ass niggas out here, nigga | |
| We some southland killers in this motherfucker | |
| Niggas all across town, all up in the suburbs | |
| While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb | |
| Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold | |
| And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show | |
| Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of | |
| O'sAnd hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed | |
| Didn't have shit till | |
| I started to bust | |
| And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed | |
| Ren and Cypress | |
| Hill, they ain't liver than us | |
| Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss | |
| Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked | |
| Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped | |
| Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble | |
| Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble | |
| Fuck your bubble, | |
| I bust them shits | |
| Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits | |
| All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)(Killers!) | |
| Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust(Man we's about to bust)(Killers!) | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war(Yeah we ready for war)(Killers!) | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor(Killers!) | |
| I'm close to the best thing, on the west wing | |
| Blown out your set, flames when the best sing | |
| It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain | |
| They feel it in they heart, | |
| I was there to test things | |
| Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team | |
| These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names | |
| It's less strain, it's all real, | |
| I bet fame, it's a chess game | |
| Wrong move and it's checkmate | |
| I might sound funny out here | |
| But really, niggas get money out here | |
| And hey, everyday is sunny out here | |
| So listen, don't play dummy out here | |
| King try for bust make your whole pack run | |
| Stacked enough cash so now | |
| I stack guns | |
| Fat ones, all cold and black ones | |
| Southland killin', it's just how that's done | |
| All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)(Killers!) | |
| Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust(Man we's about to bust)(Killers!) | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war(Yeah we ready for war)(Killers!) | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor(Killers!) | |
| You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill | |
| But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill | |
| We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel | |
| When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled | |
| Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will | |
| Busters get slayed when you fuck around with real | |
| Take time to feel, what | |
| I'm tellin' you hoes | |
| You couldn't fuck around with me if | |
| I was sellin' you blows | |
| Just goes to show the incredible skill tell | |
| Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well | |
| Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on | |
| Scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song | |
| Don't even fuck with these | |
| Southland grandes | |
| We the vatos that run on | |
| Los Angeles | |
| Call me mad dog, if you think you know me | |
| If you're not sure then turn around and leave slowly | |
| All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)(Killers!) | |
| Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust(Man we's about to bust)(Killers!) | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war(Yeah we ready for war)(Killers!) | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor(Killers!) |
| zuo ci : Freese, McBride, Muggerud ... | |
| Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is | |
| MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga | |
| Yeah, all you all bitchass niggas out here talkin all that shit | |
| We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like this | |
| Punk ass niggas out here, nigga | |
| We some southland killers in this motherfucker | |
| Niggas all across town, all up in the suburbs | |
| While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb | |
| Nigga people' s elbow, the loudmouthed hold | |
| And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show | |
| Bigass cheques wit' plenty of | |
| O' sAnd hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed | |
| Didn' t have shit till | |
| I started to bust | |
| And y' all got shit ' cos of my balls are cussed | |
| Ren and Cypress | |
| Hill, they ain' t liver than us | |
| Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss | |
| Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked | |
| Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped | |
| Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble | |
| Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble | |
| Fuck your bubble, | |
| I bust them shits | |
| Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits | |
| All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? Do ya wanna ride wit us? Killers! | |
| Throw your clips up, man we' s about to bust Man we' s about to bust Killers! | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war Yeah we ready for war Killers! | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor Killers! | |
| I' m close to the best thing, on the west wing | |
| Blown out your set, flames when the best sing | |
| It' s a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain | |
| They feel it in they heart, | |
| I was there to test things | |
| Didn' t arrest them, the bulletproof vest team | |
| These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names | |
| It' s less strain, it' s all real, | |
| I bet fame, it' s a chess game | |
| Wrong move and it' s checkmate | |
| I might sound funny out here | |
| But really, niggas get money out here | |
| And hey, everyday is sunny out here | |
| So listen, don' t play dummy out here | |
| King try for bust make your whole pack run | |
| Stacked enough cash so now | |
| I stack guns | |
| Fat ones, all cold and black ones | |
| Southland killin', it' s just how that' s done | |
| All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? Do ya wanna ride wit us? Killers! | |
| Throw your clips up, man we' s about to bust Man we' s about to bust Killers! | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war Yeah we ready for war Killers! | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor Killers! | |
| You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill | |
| But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill | |
| We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel | |
| When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled | |
| Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will | |
| Busters get slayed when you fuck around with real | |
| Take time to feel, what | |
| I' m tellin' you hoes | |
| You couldn' t fuck around with me if | |
| I was sellin' you blows | |
| Just goes to show the incredible skill tell | |
| Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well | |
| Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on | |
| Scraped on the sixfive with the hand on the pump song | |
| Don' t even fuck with these | |
| Southland grandes | |
| We the vatos that run on | |
| Los Angeles | |
| Call me mad dog, if you think you know me | |
| If you' re not sure then turn around and leave slowly | |
| All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? Do ya wanna ride wit us? Killers! | |
| Throw your clips up, man we' s about to bust Man we' s about to bust Killers! | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war Yeah we ready for war Killers! | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor Killers! |
| zuò cí : Freese, McBride, Muggerud ... | |
| Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is | |
| MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga | |
| Yeah, all you all bitchass niggas out here talkin all that shit | |
| We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like this | |
| Punk ass niggas out here, nigga | |
| We some southland killers in this motherfucker | |
| Niggas all across town, all up in the suburbs | |
| While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb | |
| Nigga people' s elbow, the loudmouthed hold | |
| And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show | |
| Bigass cheques wit' plenty of | |
| O' sAnd hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed | |
| Didn' t have shit till | |
| I started to bust | |
| And y' all got shit ' cos of my balls are cussed | |
| Ren and Cypress | |
| Hill, they ain' t liver than us | |
| Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss | |
| Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked | |
| Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped | |
| Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble | |
| Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble | |
| Fuck your bubble, | |
| I bust them shits | |
| Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits | |
| All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? Do ya wanna ride wit us? Killers! | |
| Throw your clips up, man we' s about to bust Man we' s about to bust Killers! | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war Yeah we ready for war Killers! | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor Killers! | |
| I' m close to the best thing, on the west wing | |
| Blown out your set, flames when the best sing | |
| It' s a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain | |
| They feel it in they heart, | |
| I was there to test things | |
| Didn' t arrest them, the bulletproof vest team | |
| These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names | |
| It' s less strain, it' s all real, | |
| I bet fame, it' s a chess game | |
| Wrong move and it' s checkmate | |
| I might sound funny out here | |
| But really, niggas get money out here | |
| And hey, everyday is sunny out here | |
| So listen, don' t play dummy out here | |
| King try for bust make your whole pack run | |
| Stacked enough cash so now | |
| I stack guns | |
| Fat ones, all cold and black ones | |
| Southland killin', it' s just how that' s done | |
| All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? Do ya wanna ride wit us? Killers! | |
| Throw your clips up, man we' s about to bust Man we' s about to bust Killers! | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war Yeah we ready for war Killers! | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor Killers! | |
| You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill | |
| But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill | |
| We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel | |
| When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled | |
| Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will | |
| Busters get slayed when you fuck around with real | |
| Take time to feel, what | |
| I' m tellin' you hoes | |
| You couldn' t fuck around with me if | |
| I was sellin' you blows | |
| Just goes to show the incredible skill tell | |
| Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well | |
| Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on | |
| Scraped on the sixfive with the hand on the pump song | |
| Don' t even fuck with these | |
| Southland grandes | |
| We the vatos that run on | |
| Los Angeles | |
| Call me mad dog, if you think you know me | |
| If you' re not sure then turn around and leave slowly | |
| All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? Do ya wanna ride wit us? Killers! | |
| Throw your clips up, man we' s about to bust Man we' s about to bust Killers! | |
| Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war Yeah we ready for war Killers! | |
| All you all niggas, better just hit the floor Killers! |
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