We Live This Shit

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right

[Verse 1: B-Real]

Well, it's the alleycat looking for the buddha sack

On my side is my ese, can't 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 ain't in peace, bro, turn it to a homicide

Throw you in the trunk, take a ride to the Eastside

It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill

Fool, drop your weapon or I'm coming 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 Kahlúa

Sitting back, chilling with my nigga SonDuhla

Heading to the Eastside, watch your back busta

Ain't no hood for you, here it's all about the hustlas

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right

[Verse 2: 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 shotgun shell

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 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 don't give a damn

Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program

Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place

What the fuck you wanna do now, huh?

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit

Think I blast another, give them something to deal with

'Cause I'm the ill one

Oh the cap-peel one

You coming round the Hill fucking, 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

Witnesses '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, money folders, you're on my shoulders

You can't hold us back, I'm spitting out boulders

Crushing every opponent in opposition

I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

Eastside L.A

Cypress Hill all day

Spark the lah

We live this shit

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right

We latin-thug type

Gat-blasters

Weed smokers

Money holders, that's right