Cypress Hill - Killafornia Lyrics
[b-real]Living in the city of the scandalousShisty mother*****ers, cant even trust my own brothersSo who can I choose to trust, me, thats whoNiggas want a piece of the pie, ***** off and die!Jealous, envious fools want to rush thisLoco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shitMother*****ers just get your own, and leave mine aloneForty-five places to get doneSend out your invitationTo the party of your eliminationI got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)Now Im laying your ass down to sleepBut every hustler wants to be bawlingBut I got the balls for the shot callingI pull strings, the don king, only in americaThen I hustle, and flex my muscle[hustlers]--yeah, man, Ive been out hereRunning game for eight years--i know Im getting tired of standingOn this corner--nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass poolFinest mother*****ing *****es, jewelsAnd all that shit, if I got to take itFrom a nigga--shit, let him run for me then--i can work for myself, dont have toWork for nobody, Ill be my own hustler[b-real]Where can I roam to get my hustle onKillafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clipsLoaded and *****ed, Im used to running with the glockNina millimeter, lighting up the *****ing blockNow, who you gonna trust? , who can you trust?I dont know, but if you coming on my cornerI think Im gonna bustYou cant handle us, devious, dangerousCriminal mentality, insanityI move weight, from state to stateAll the niggas moving weights, can you relate?[hustlers]--damn, whats up, I see youPushing that big time weight--i told you, I wasnt bullshitting--you coming up, aight!--when I seen you three or fourMonths ago I told you--got respect for a man now--handle your shit![b-real]Where can I choose to get my hustle on?In the alleyway, lighting up all night long***** working at mcds, Im rolling with the o.zsIn the qps, puffing on treesWho can I trust? , who can you trust?Not that shady mother*****er in the city los scandalous[hustlers]--well, well, little man came up a little bit--it feels good having money in the pocket--***** that nine to five bullshit, right?--yeah, kick that shit to the curb--but you got to look out for the scandalous mother*****ersCuz niggas is tricky than a mother*****er--yeah, but mother*****ers got to look out for us tooYou know what Im sayingIm just as shisty as a nigga--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die--you get set up back, cuz we aint having that bullshit--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying--twenty-seven and mo baby, twenty-seven and mo--lets get the ***** out of here
