Eastside L.A.    Cypress Hill all day   Spark the lah   We live this shit       We latin-thug type   Gat-blasters    Weedsmokers   Moneyholders, that's right      [B-Real]   Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack   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 comming 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 caluha   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]   Eastside L.A.    Cypress Hill all day   Spark the lah   We live this shit       We latin-thug type   Gat-blasters    Weedsmokers   Moneyholders, that's right      [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 shotgunshell    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]   Eastside L.A.    Cypress Hill all day   Spark the lah   We live this shit       We latin-thug type   Gat-blasters    Weedsmokers   Moneyholders, that's right      [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 comming 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   Wittnesses 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, moneyfolders, 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]   Eastside L.A.    Cypress Hill all day   Spark the lah   We live this shit       We latin-thug type   Gat-blasters    Weedsmokers   Moneyholders, that's right