CYPRESS HILL - Killafornia lyrics
rate me[b-real]<br>Living in the city of the scandalous<br>Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers<br>So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who<br>Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!<br>Jealous, envious fools want to rush this<br>Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit<br>Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone<br>Forty-five places to get done<br>Send out your invitation<br>To the party of your elimination<br>I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)<br>Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep<br>But every hustler wants to be bawling<br>But I got the balls for the shot calling<br>I pull strings, the don king, only in america<br>Then I hustle, and flex my muscle<br><br>[hustlers]<br>--yeah, man, I've been out here<br>Running game for eight years<br>--i know I'm getting tired of standing<br>On this corner<br>--nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool<br>Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels<br>And all that shit, if I got to take it<br>From a nigga<br>--shit, let him run for me then<br>--i can work for myself, don't have to<br>Work for nobody, I'll be my own hustler<br><br>[b-real]<br>Where can I roam to get my hustle on<br>Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips<br>Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the glock<br>Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block<br>Now, who you gonna trust? , who can you trust? <br>I don't know, but if you coming on my corner<br>I think I'm gonna bust<br>You can't handle us, devious, dangerous<br>Criminal mentality, insanity<br>I move weight, from state to state<br>All the niggas moving weights, can you relate? <br><br>[hustlers]<br>--damn, what's up, I see you<br>Pushing that big time weight<br>--i told you, I wasn't bullshitting<br>--you coming up, aight!<br>--when I seen you three or four<br>Months ago I told you<br>--got respect for a man now<br>--handle your shit!<br><br>[b-real]<br>Where can I choose to get my hustle on? <br>In the alleyway, lighting up all night long<br>Fuck working at mcd's, I'm rolling with the o.z's<br>In the qp's, puffing on trees<br>Who can I trust? , who can you trust? <br>Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous<br><br>[hustlers]<br>--well, well, little man came up a little bit<br>--it feels good having money in the pocket<br>--fuck that nine to five bullshit, right? <br>--yeah, kick that shit to the curb<br>--but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers<br>Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker<br>--yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too<br>You know what I'm saying<br>I'm just as shisty as a nigga<br>--shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die<br>--you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit<br>--i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying<br>--twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'<br>--let's get the fuck out of here
