King Of The Hill chords

G Oh yeah, _ it ain't over _ _ motherfuckers.
_ Ebm These Db niggas don't understand.
Ab _ _ Eb _ _ _ _ .
_ _ G Every few Ebm years, _ .
Db _ Ab niggas got to Eb get they _ motherfucking caps G pulled back.
_ Bb _ _ _ .
_ Db _ Ab _ Nigga, this Eb Westside nigga, _ Cm _ G don't Eb think nigga, don't think.
Db _ Ab _ _ _ Eb _ Bb _ _ .
Gm _ _ Now, _ _ _ Ab _ .
_ next _ Eb motherfuckers Gm _ _ .
go by the name of Cypress Hill.
_ _ .
Abm _ Hey all Gm motherfucking day.
_ .
_ Every few years, niggas think they can Bm deal with the real.
Cm Now I got the fuck Cypress Hill.
G I got a Eb boy, Shusha Bb Fear.
I drink a beer, bust a rap and then you're fucking correct.
G You're fucking Eb cowards.
Never seen a hood Ab high power like the Westside Eb 2-neck.
Slide me my peck, I got him.
Soon as I spot him, Dbm I'm dumping.
Gotta treat these bitch Ebm ass Bb niggas like they C so-so.
I see a Cm joint in your clutch.
You're Ab snuffing that shit you Eb muck.
Got your bitch ass G tucked in.
Sitting Bb there, you paint crap from the guts.
And B-Real Eb sounding like he Bb got baby G naps.
I don't know Db why y'all think you slick.
I don't know one rapper down with C your clique.
G I don't know one Bb bitch on your dick.
And I don't know Eb one nigga pumping your shit.
I hear you claiming South Central, Db wait, you ain't from my Cm hood.
Y'all hoes from Southgate.
Gm _ Coming with a voice high Ab pitch.
The BMP Eb real Gm must get bitch.
Well, it's the Db hip-hop junkie starting static.
Now I'm Ab rolling up Bb Cypress Hill, letting niggas G have it.
_ Eb These wannabes fucks up, blow Bb my slugs Db up.
Hey, yo, C back up, Q-Ball, Bb who passed that bitch C mug slut?.
Pull Eb over, let me out, it's Bb on no sight.
Abm Now let me show this white boy Bb what that Westside C connect right.
Booyah, Eb booyah, from the gauge as I Db spit them.
The Ab buck shots, C boy, made them late as I hit them.
Uh, ain't Eb got the sweatest punk ass no Abm more.
One down and two to go.
Eb Hand me your four-four.
Let me get my ride on, get my Db homicide on.
B-Real Ab wish he can Gm be me, cause they know he can't see me, bitch.
You should've knew you couldn't fade a real Db hoe.
I don't breathe in Ab Englewood smoke, cause Gm I'm a real soul.
You fuckers wanna see me, but you can't come Ab.
close.
Because I'm ace Eb homies with Gm America's most.
Niggas miss me, I'm used Bbm to a hoe trying to kiss me.
Now what gay, your bitch Ebm ass enough whore to Gm diss me?.
Look, I'm Eb amazing, and Bb Send Dogg is Abm so wacky, ain't worth dissing.
You C niggas need to listen.
On Eb everything I love, my heat, Bb cap and Abm Lisa, glove bucks, rapping fucks.
I Eb created another bloody glove.
It's one note, and for sure I kill.
You boogies can't match my skill, cause I'm the king of the beat.
Everybody in the ghetto Db know what you're doing.
One white Cm boy and two fucking cubans, claiming that's your logo.
But you ain't Db mixing here.
Ebm Listen to an old Gm Vaseline before you flex again.
Fucking with the Ab hogs, you say you bloods?.
You Bb ain't like C what a thug G food.
Own Gm poor, only rapping to the Ab yuppies.
We the big streets, Cm Jamaica, ditch out your fucking Db guppies.
So Bb who y'all with?.
D Niggas down with Cypress can Eb wipe this shit off my Cm dick.
N As I stick it like King Kong, and play ping pong.
Eb With that slick ass King Kong.
Did I tell y'all mama that I Dbm had to help Ab y'all in Singapore?.
Eb Left your Bb bitch ass C in Australia.
You Ebm say that I took your hook?.
N It must be the white boy thinking all niggas crooks.
_ Now what?.
You hip hop, hippies, how you fucking junkies think you gonna fuck me?.
And chill, and deal with the fact that you ain't got enough Cm skill to kill.
The king of the hill.
Ice Bb crew, could you pass me Eb my steel?.
For real, I'm the Gm king of the hill.
_ Mack can, C could you pass me my Db steel?.
For Eb real, I'm the king of the hill.
Gm _ Ice crew, could you pass me my Gb steel?.
For real, I'm the Gm king of the C hill.
_ West side, could you pass Gb me my steel?.
For real, I'm the king of the G hill.
I'm _ Bb _ _ _ .
Db _ _ _ Eb having _ illusions.
C _ G West side Fm niggas whooping on your _ motherfucking ass.
That's what you Eb got illusions Bb of.
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C Bitch.
G _ Bb Yeah nigga, you's a Db bitch.
_ Dog, we ain't Cm got no niggas like you on my side.
Nigga, this shit with wood.
West Ab side geek.
_ Gm _ _ _ .
Check it out.
Eb We waiting for Bb round two, you Ab punk ass motherfuckers.
G And anybody else that C wanna get G some, Eb stand in Bb line.
But bring a lunch, Eb motherfuckers.
_ _ Bb _ _ .
_ N _ Ha _ _ ha ha ha ha ha.
_ _ D-Val, somebody got fucked up, nigga.
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