This is a song about "Hill"

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Cypress hill, insane in the brain, changed the game,

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Like a snow ball running down a hill

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,