cypress hill – killafornia lyrics
living in the city of the scandalous
shisty motherf-ckers can’t even trust my own brothers
so who can i choose to trust me that’s who?
n-gg-s want a piece of the pie, f-ck off and die
jealous, envious fools want to rush this
loco, trooping -ss n-gg- with the cash, sh-t
motherf-ckers just get your own, and leave mine alone
forty-five places to get done
send out your invitation to the party of your elimination
i got peeps that play for keeps
now i’m laying your -ss down to sleep
but every hustler wants to be bawling
but i got the b-lls for the shot calling
i pull strings, the don king
only in america
then i hustle, and flex my muscle
yeah, man, i’ve been out here
running game for eight years
i know i’m getting tired of standing
on this corner
n-gg-, i want a fat pad, and fly -ss pool
finest motherf-cking b-tches, jewels
and all that sh-t, if i got to take it
from a n-gg-
sh-t, let him run for me then
i can work for myself, don’t have to
work for n-body
i’ll be my own hustler
where can i roam to get my hustle on
killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
loaded and c-cked, i’m used to running with the glock
nina millimeter, lighting up the f-cking block
now, who you gonna trust? who can you trust?
i don’t know, but if you coming on my corner
i think i’m gonna bust
you can’t handle us, devious, dangerous
criminal mentality, insanity
i move weight, from state to state
all the n-gg-s moving weights
can you relate?
d-mn, what’s up? i see you
pushing that big time weight
i told you, i wasn’t bullsh-tting
you coming up, aight
when i seen you three or four
months ago i told you
got respect for a man now
handle your sh-t
where can i choose to get my hustle on?
in the alleyway, lighting up all night long
f-ck working at mcd’s, i’m rolling with the o.z’s
in the qp’s, puffing on trees
who can i trust?
who can you trust?
not that shady motherf-cker
in the city los scandalous
well, well, little man came up a little bit
it feels good having money in the pocket
f-ck that nine to five bullsh-t, right?
yeah, kick that sh-t to the curb
but you got to look out for the scandalous motherf-ckers
‘cuz n-gg-s is tricky than a motherf-cker
yeah, but motherf-ckers got to look out for us too
you know what i’m saying
i’m just as shisty as a n-gg-
sh-t, set me up and n-gg-s are gonna die
you get set up back, ‘cuz we ain’t having that bullsh-t
i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
twenty-seven and mo’ baby, twenty-seven and mo’
oh get the f-ck out of here, stay, bust out man
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