Chords for Ice Cube - King of the Hill ( Cypress Hill Diss )

[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.
_ .
[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.
_ _ _ _ .