Chords for Westside Connection-King Of The Hill(Cypress Hill Diss)
Tempo:
93.15 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
G
Db
Bb
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Oh yeah, it ain't over [G] motherfuckers.
[Bb] These niggas don't [Abm] understand.
[Bb] [G] Every [Ebm] few years, [Ab] niggas got [Eb] to get they motherfucking [G] caps peeled back.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Db] [Ab] [Bbm] Nigga, this Westside nigga, [G] [Eb] don't think, nigga, don't [Db] think.
[Ab] [Bb] Now, [Fm]
next [Bb] motherfuckers [N] go by the name of Sutton's Hill.
Hey, motherfucking [Bb] day.
[G] Every few [Bb] years, niggas think they can deal with the real.
[Eb] Now I got the bucks like [C] Sutton's Hill.
I got [Eb] a boy shoot shit feel.
[Dbm] I drink a beer, bust [Eb] a rap and then you're fucking career.
You're fucking cowards.
Never seen a hood high [Db] power like [Ab] the Westside.
[Eb] Your neck slide be my peck.
I got em.
Soon as I spot em, [Db] I'm dumping.
[Ab] Gotta treat [Eb] these bitch ass niggas like they stole [G] something.
I see [Cm] a joint in your clutch.
You're smoking that shit too much.
Got your bitch [G] ass pucked.
[Bb] Sitting there, you can't rap from [Dbm] the guts.
NB Real sounding like [Gm] he got baby nuts.
I don't know why y'all think you [Ab] slick.
I don't know [Cm] one rapper down with the [Eb] clique.
I don't know one bitch on your [Fm] dick.
And I don't [Ebm] know one nigga pumping your [G] shit.
I hear [Bb] you claiming South Central.
[Db] You [Cm] ain't from my hood.
Y'all hoes from [Gm] Southgate.
Coming with a voice [Abm] high pitch.
The BMP [C] real must step bitch.
[Gb] Well it's the hip hop junkie starting [Abm] static.
Now I'm rolling up [Gm] Cypress Hill.
Letting niggas have the copies.
Wanna be [Bbm] thugs up.
Blow up my slugs up.
Hey yo, [Ebm] back up Q.
We [Bb] passed that bitch [C] mug.
Pull over, [G] let me out.
It's on the site.
Now let me show this white boy.
What that Westside [C] connect right.
Booyah, booyah.
From [Db] the cage as I spit to him.
The buck shot straight.
Made [Cm] him late as I hit him [N] hard.
Ain't got the sweatest punk ass no more.
One down and two to go.
Hand me your 4-4.
Let me get my ride on.
Get my homicide on.
Don't be real when she can be me.
Cause they know it can't see me bitch.
You should've knew you couldn't play the [Bb] real.
Breathing eaglewood small.
[Gm] Cause I'm a real soul.
Your busters wanna see me.
But y'all can't come [Ab] close.
Because I'm ace [Eb] homies with [Gm] American smoke.
Nigga miss me.
I'm used to a hoe trying [Db] to kiss me.
[N] Now what?
Yeah your bitch ass enough hard to diss me.
I'm amazing.
And sitting through it so wacky.
Ain't worth dissing.
You niggas need to listen.
On everything I'm on my heat.
Capalese of dub.
Fuck rapping.
Fuck scrapping.
I created another bloody club.
It's one note.
And for sure I kill.
You bullies claim that's my [Gm] skill.
Cause I'm the king of the heat.
Everybody in the ghetto know what [Db] you're doing.
One [Eb] white boy and two [N] fucking cubans.
Claiming that's their logo.
But you ain't Mexican.
Listen [Eb] to an old Vaseline before [G] you flex again.
[Db] Fucking with the hoes.
You say you bloods.
But you [Cm] ain't right brother.
Go fool.
Own poor only rapping to the yuppies.
We the big fish to make a dish out your fucking [N] guppies.
So who y'all with?
Niggas down with cypress can wipe [Cm] this shit off my dick.
As [Db] I speak it like King Kong.
And play ping [Eb] pong with that slick ass.
Did you tell [Db] your mama that I had to help you when [Ebm] Sengok left your bitch [A] ass in Australia.
You say that [Ebm] I took your hook.
It must be the white boy [N] thinking all niggas crooks.
Now what?
You hip hop hippies.
How you [Eb] fucking junkies think you [Gm] gon' fuck me?
And chill.
And deal with the fact [F] that you ain't got enough [Cm] skill.
To kill the king of the hill.
[Db] Ice Q could you pass me my [Abm] steel?
For [Cm] real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Mack 10 could [N] you pass me my steel?
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Ice Q could you pass me my steel.
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Westside could you pass me my steel.
For real.
[Gm] I'm the king of the hill.
[G] Off set.
[Bbm]
[Ab] I'm having [Ebm] an illusion.
[Gm] [N] Westside niggas whupping on your motherfucking ass.
That's what you got illusion bro.
Bitch.
Yeah nigga you some bitch, dog we ain't got no niggas like [Cm] you on my [G] side, nigga [Eb] this
a good word.
Westside geek!
[Gm] Check it out, we waiting for round two you punk ass motherfuckers, and anybody else that
wanna get some, [F] stand in line,
[Bb] These niggas don't [Abm] understand.
[Bb] [G] Every [Ebm] few years, [Ab] niggas got [Eb] to get they motherfucking [G] caps peeled back.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Db] [Ab] [Bbm] Nigga, this Westside nigga, [G] [Eb] don't think, nigga, don't [Db] think.
[Ab] [Bb] Now, [Fm]
next [Bb] motherfuckers [N] go by the name of Sutton's Hill.
Hey, motherfucking [Bb] day.
[G] Every few [Bb] years, niggas think they can deal with the real.
[Eb] Now I got the bucks like [C] Sutton's Hill.
I got [Eb] a boy shoot shit feel.
[Dbm] I drink a beer, bust [Eb] a rap and then you're fucking career.
You're fucking cowards.
Never seen a hood high [Db] power like [Ab] the Westside.
[Eb] Your neck slide be my peck.
I got em.
Soon as I spot em, [Db] I'm dumping.
[Ab] Gotta treat [Eb] these bitch ass niggas like they stole [G] something.
I see [Cm] a joint in your clutch.
You're smoking that shit too much.
Got your bitch [G] ass pucked.
[Bb] Sitting there, you can't rap from [Dbm] the guts.
NB Real sounding like [Gm] he got baby nuts.
I don't know why y'all think you [Ab] slick.
I don't know [Cm] one rapper down with the [Eb] clique.
I don't know one bitch on your [Fm] dick.
And I don't [Ebm] know one nigga pumping your [G] shit.
I hear [Bb] you claiming South Central.
[Db] You [Cm] ain't from my hood.
Y'all hoes from [Gm] Southgate.
Coming with a voice [Abm] high pitch.
The BMP [C] real must step bitch.
[Gb] Well it's the hip hop junkie starting [Abm] static.
Now I'm rolling up [Gm] Cypress Hill.
Letting niggas have the copies.
Wanna be [Bbm] thugs up.
Blow up my slugs up.
Hey yo, [Ebm] back up Q.
We [Bb] passed that bitch [C] mug.
Pull over, [G] let me out.
It's on the site.
Now let me show this white boy.
What that Westside [C] connect right.
Booyah, booyah.
From [Db] the cage as I spit to him.
The buck shot straight.
Made [Cm] him late as I hit him [N] hard.
Ain't got the sweatest punk ass no more.
One down and two to go.
Hand me your 4-4.
Let me get my ride on.
Get my homicide on.
Don't be real when she can be me.
Cause they know it can't see me bitch.
You should've knew you couldn't play the [Bb] real.
Breathing eaglewood small.
[Gm] Cause I'm a real soul.
Your busters wanna see me.
But y'all can't come [Ab] close.
Because I'm ace [Eb] homies with [Gm] American smoke.
Nigga miss me.
I'm used to a hoe trying [Db] to kiss me.
[N] Now what?
Yeah your bitch ass enough hard to diss me.
I'm amazing.
And sitting through it so wacky.
Ain't worth dissing.
You niggas need to listen.
On everything I'm on my heat.
Capalese of dub.
Fuck rapping.
Fuck scrapping.
I created another bloody club.
It's one note.
And for sure I kill.
You bullies claim that's my [Gm] skill.
Cause I'm the king of the heat.
Everybody in the ghetto know what [Db] you're doing.
One [Eb] white boy and two [N] fucking cubans.
Claiming that's their logo.
But you ain't Mexican.
Listen [Eb] to an old Vaseline before [G] you flex again.
[Db] Fucking with the hoes.
You say you bloods.
But you [Cm] ain't right brother.
Go fool.
Own poor only rapping to the yuppies.
We the big fish to make a dish out your fucking [N] guppies.
So who y'all with?
Niggas down with cypress can wipe [Cm] this shit off my dick.
As [Db] I speak it like King Kong.
And play ping [Eb] pong with that slick ass.
Did you tell [Db] your mama that I had to help you when [Ebm] Sengok left your bitch [A] ass in Australia.
You say that [Ebm] I took your hook.
It must be the white boy [N] thinking all niggas crooks.
Now what?
You hip hop hippies.
How you [Eb] fucking junkies think you [Gm] gon' fuck me?
And chill.
And deal with the fact [F] that you ain't got enough [Cm] skill.
To kill the king of the hill.
[Db] Ice Q could you pass me my [Abm] steel?
For [Cm] real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Mack 10 could [N] you pass me my steel?
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Ice Q could you pass me my steel.
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Westside could you pass me my steel.
For real.
[Gm] I'm the king of the hill.
[G] Off set.
[Bbm]
[Ab] I'm having [Ebm] an illusion.
[Gm] [N] Westside niggas whupping on your motherfucking ass.
That's what you got illusion bro.
Bitch.
Yeah nigga you some bitch, dog we ain't got no niggas like [Cm] you on my [G] side, nigga [Eb] this
a good word.
Westside geek!
[Gm] Check it out, we waiting for round two you punk ass motherfuckers, and anybody else that
wanna get some, [F] stand in line,
Key:
Eb
G
Db
Bb
Gm
Eb
G
Db
Oh yeah, it ain't over [G] motherfuckers.
[Bb] These niggas don't [Abm] understand.
_ [Bb] _ _ [G] Every [Ebm] few years, [Ab] niggas got [Eb] to get they motherfucking [G] caps peeled back.
[Eb] _ [Bb] _
[Db] _ [Ab] [Bbm] Nigga, this Westside nigga, [G] [Eb] don't think, nigga, don't [Db] think.
[Ab] _ [Bb] _ _ _ Now, [Fm] _
next [Bb] motherfuckers [N] go by the name of Sutton's Hill.
Hey, motherfucking [Bb] day.
[G] Every few [Bb] years, niggas think they can deal with the real.
[Eb] Now I got the bucks like [C] Sutton's Hill.
I got [Eb] a boy shoot shit feel.
[Dbm] I drink a beer, bust [Eb] a rap and then you're fucking career.
You're fucking cowards.
Never seen a hood high [Db] power like [Ab] the Westside.
[Eb] Your neck slide be my peck.
I got em.
Soon as I spot em, [Db] I'm dumping.
[Ab] Gotta treat [Eb] these bitch ass niggas like they stole [G] something.
I see [Cm] a joint in your clutch.
You're smoking that shit too much.
Got your bitch [G] ass pucked.
[Bb] Sitting there, you can't rap from [Dbm] the guts.
NB Real sounding like [Gm] he got baby nuts.
I don't know why y'all think you [Ab] slick.
I don't know [Cm] one rapper down with the [Eb] clique.
I don't know one bitch on your [Fm] dick.
And I don't [Ebm] know one nigga pumping your [G] shit.
I hear [Bb] you claiming South Central.
[Db] You [Cm] ain't from my hood.
Y'all hoes from [Gm] Southgate.
Coming with a voice [Abm] high pitch.
The BMP [C] real must step bitch.
[Gb] Well it's the hip hop junkie starting [Abm] static.
Now I'm rolling up [Gm] Cypress Hill.
Letting niggas have the copies.
Wanna be [Bbm] thugs up.
Blow up my slugs up.
Hey yo, [Ebm] back up Q.
We [Bb] passed that bitch [C] mug.
Pull over, [G] let me out.
It's on the site.
Now let me show this white boy.
What that Westside [C] connect right.
Booyah, booyah.
From [Db] the cage as I spit to him.
The buck shot straight.
Made [Cm] him late as I hit him [N] hard.
Ain't got the sweatest punk ass no more.
One down and two to go.
Hand me your 4-4.
Let me get my ride on.
Get my homicide on.
Don't be real when she can be me.
Cause they know it can't see me bitch.
You should've knew you couldn't play the [Bb] real.
Breathing eaglewood small.
[Gm] Cause I'm a real soul.
Your busters wanna see me.
But y'all can't come [Ab] close.
Because I'm ace [Eb] homies with [Gm] American smoke.
Nigga miss me.
I'm used to a hoe trying [Db] to kiss me.
[N] Now what?
Yeah your bitch ass enough hard to diss me.
I'm amazing.
And sitting through it so wacky.
Ain't worth dissing.
You niggas need to listen.
On everything I'm on my heat.
Capalese of dub.
Fuck rapping.
Fuck scrapping.
I created another bloody club.
It's one note.
And for sure I kill.
You bullies claim that's my [Gm] skill.
Cause I'm the king of the heat.
Everybody in the ghetto know what [Db] you're doing.
One [Eb] white boy and two [N] fucking cubans.
Claiming that's their logo.
But you ain't Mexican.
Listen [Eb] to an old Vaseline before [G] you flex again.
[Db] Fucking with the hoes.
You say you bloods.
But you [Cm] ain't right brother.
Go fool.
Own poor only rapping to the yuppies.
We the big fish to make a dish out your fucking [N] guppies.
So who y'all with?
Niggas down with cypress can wipe [Cm] this shit off my dick.
As [Db] I speak it like King Kong.
And play ping [Eb] pong with that slick ass.
Did you tell [Db] your mama that I had to help you when [Ebm] Sengok left your bitch [A] ass in Australia.
You say that [Ebm] I took your hook.
It must be the white boy [N] thinking all niggas crooks.
Now what?
You hip hop hippies.
How you [Eb] fucking junkies think you [Gm] gon' fuck me?
And chill.
And deal with the fact [F] that you ain't got enough [Cm] skill.
To kill the king of the hill.
[Db] Ice Q could you pass me my [Abm] steel?
For [Cm] real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Mack 10 could [N] you pass me my steel?
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Ice Q could you pass me my steel.
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Westside could you pass me my steel.
For real.
[Gm] I'm the king of the hill.
[G] Off set.
_ [Bbm] _
_ [Ab] I'm having [Ebm] an illusion.
[Gm] _ [N] Westside niggas whupping on your motherfucking ass.
That's what you got illusion bro.
Bitch.
Yeah nigga you some bitch, dog we ain't got no niggas like [Cm] you on my [G] side, nigga [Eb] this
a good word.
Westside geek!
_ [Gm] Check it out, we waiting for round two you punk ass motherfuckers, and anybody else that
wanna get some, [F] stand in line,
[Bb] These niggas don't [Abm] understand.
_ [Bb] _ _ [G] Every [Ebm] few years, [Ab] niggas got [Eb] to get they motherfucking [G] caps peeled back.
[Eb] _ [Bb] _
[Db] _ [Ab] [Bbm] Nigga, this Westside nigga, [G] [Eb] don't think, nigga, don't [Db] think.
[Ab] _ [Bb] _ _ _ Now, [Fm] _
next [Bb] motherfuckers [N] go by the name of Sutton's Hill.
Hey, motherfucking [Bb] day.
[G] Every few [Bb] years, niggas think they can deal with the real.
[Eb] Now I got the bucks like [C] Sutton's Hill.
I got [Eb] a boy shoot shit feel.
[Dbm] I drink a beer, bust [Eb] a rap and then you're fucking career.
You're fucking cowards.
Never seen a hood high [Db] power like [Ab] the Westside.
[Eb] Your neck slide be my peck.
I got em.
Soon as I spot em, [Db] I'm dumping.
[Ab] Gotta treat [Eb] these bitch ass niggas like they stole [G] something.
I see [Cm] a joint in your clutch.
You're smoking that shit too much.
Got your bitch [G] ass pucked.
[Bb] Sitting there, you can't rap from [Dbm] the guts.
NB Real sounding like [Gm] he got baby nuts.
I don't know why y'all think you [Ab] slick.
I don't know [Cm] one rapper down with the [Eb] clique.
I don't know one bitch on your [Fm] dick.
And I don't [Ebm] know one nigga pumping your [G] shit.
I hear [Bb] you claiming South Central.
[Db] You [Cm] ain't from my hood.
Y'all hoes from [Gm] Southgate.
Coming with a voice [Abm] high pitch.
The BMP [C] real must step bitch.
[Gb] Well it's the hip hop junkie starting [Abm] static.
Now I'm rolling up [Gm] Cypress Hill.
Letting niggas have the copies.
Wanna be [Bbm] thugs up.
Blow up my slugs up.
Hey yo, [Ebm] back up Q.
We [Bb] passed that bitch [C] mug.
Pull over, [G] let me out.
It's on the site.
Now let me show this white boy.
What that Westside [C] connect right.
Booyah, booyah.
From [Db] the cage as I spit to him.
The buck shot straight.
Made [Cm] him late as I hit him [N] hard.
Ain't got the sweatest punk ass no more.
One down and two to go.
Hand me your 4-4.
Let me get my ride on.
Get my homicide on.
Don't be real when she can be me.
Cause they know it can't see me bitch.
You should've knew you couldn't play the [Bb] real.
Breathing eaglewood small.
[Gm] Cause I'm a real soul.
Your busters wanna see me.
But y'all can't come [Ab] close.
Because I'm ace [Eb] homies with [Gm] American smoke.
Nigga miss me.
I'm used to a hoe trying [Db] to kiss me.
[N] Now what?
Yeah your bitch ass enough hard to diss me.
I'm amazing.
And sitting through it so wacky.
Ain't worth dissing.
You niggas need to listen.
On everything I'm on my heat.
Capalese of dub.
Fuck rapping.
Fuck scrapping.
I created another bloody club.
It's one note.
And for sure I kill.
You bullies claim that's my [Gm] skill.
Cause I'm the king of the heat.
Everybody in the ghetto know what [Db] you're doing.
One [Eb] white boy and two [N] fucking cubans.
Claiming that's their logo.
But you ain't Mexican.
Listen [Eb] to an old Vaseline before [G] you flex again.
[Db] Fucking with the hoes.
You say you bloods.
But you [Cm] ain't right brother.
Go fool.
Own poor only rapping to the yuppies.
We the big fish to make a dish out your fucking [N] guppies.
So who y'all with?
Niggas down with cypress can wipe [Cm] this shit off my dick.
As [Db] I speak it like King Kong.
And play ping [Eb] pong with that slick ass.
Did you tell [Db] your mama that I had to help you when [Ebm] Sengok left your bitch [A] ass in Australia.
You say that [Ebm] I took your hook.
It must be the white boy [N] thinking all niggas crooks.
Now what?
You hip hop hippies.
How you [Eb] fucking junkies think you [Gm] gon' fuck me?
And chill.
And deal with the fact [F] that you ain't got enough [Cm] skill.
To kill the king of the hill.
[Db] Ice Q could you pass me my [Abm] steel?
For [Cm] real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Mack 10 could [N] you pass me my steel?
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Ice Q could you pass me my steel.
For real.
I'm the king of the hill.
Westside could you pass me my steel.
For real.
[Gm] I'm the king of the hill.
[G] Off set.
_ [Bbm] _
_ [Ab] I'm having [Ebm] an illusion.
[Gm] _ [N] Westside niggas whupping on your motherfucking ass.
That's what you got illusion bro.
Bitch.
Yeah nigga you some bitch, dog we ain't got no niggas like [Cm] you on my [G] side, nigga [Eb] this
a good word.
Westside geek!
_ [Gm] Check it out, we waiting for round two you punk ass motherfuckers, and anybody else that
wanna get some, [F] stand in line,