Dj Muggs - Southland k**ers lyrics

Intro: [MC Ren] Yeah, y'all know what the f** this is MC motherf**in' Ren up in this b**h n***a Yeah, all y'all b**h-a** n***as out here talkin all that sh** We 'bout to drop this motherf**er on y'all like this (*gun being loaded*) Punk a** n***as out here, n***a We some Southland k**ers in this motherf**er (*gun is co*ked*) (*GUNSHOT*) [MC Ren] n***as all acrosss town, up in the suburbs While n***as makin' faces like The Rock on the curb n***a People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie n***as bangin' for pa**es to the show (Can I get in?) Big-a** cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's) And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah) Didn't have sh** 'till I started to bust And y'all got sh** 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us n***a Legendary Villian, who started the fuss n***a double Glock, co*ked, get your sh** rocked Get your crib knocked, n***a have that rib popped Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble Clone motherf**ers, always the villain, like The Hubble f** your bubble, I bust them sh**s Plaques and sh**, grab my dick, spit these hits Chorus [B-Real] All, my n***as, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (k**ers!) Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (k**ers!) Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (k**ers!) All y'all n***as, better just hit the floor (k**ers!) [King Tee] 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 (?), the bullet-proof vest team These n***as shoot first they they askin (?) names It's less strain It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right) I might sound funny out here But really, n***as 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 k**in', it's just how that's done Chorus [Sen Dog and B-Real] You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill But when your sh** (?) is when die on the Hill We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will [Sen Dog] BUSTERS GET SLAYED...! [B-Real] ...when you f** around with Real Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes) You couldn't f** around with me if I was sellin' you blows Just goes to show the incredible sk** tell b**h n***a, 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 [Sen Dog] Don't even f** 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! Chorus