Cypress Hill - Killafornia lyrics

[Cypress Hill - Killafornia lyrics]

Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shiesty motherfuckers
Can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
Niggas want a piece of the pie
Fuck off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, Cuban ass nigga with the cash, shit
Motherfuckers just get your own
And leave mine alone
Forty-five ways to get sewn
Send out the invitation
To the party of your elimination
I got creeps that play for keeps (Hardball)
Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wanna be balling
But, I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
Can 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
-Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels
And all that shit, if I got to take it
From a nigga -Shit, let him run for me then
-I can work for myself, don't have to
Work for nobody, 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 cocked, used to run with the Glock
Nina Millimeters and I'm lighting
Up the fucking 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 niggas moving weight, can you relate?

-Damn, what's up, I see you
Pushing that big time weight
-I told you, I wasn't bullshitting
-You coming up, aight!
When I seen you three or four
Months ago I told you
-Got respect for a man now
-Handle your shit!

Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Fuck working at McD's
I'm rolling with the OZ's
In the QP's, puffing on trees
Who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
Not that shady motherfucker in
The city Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man came up a little bit
-It feels good having money in the pocket
-Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
Yeah, kick that shit to the curb
-But, you got to look out
For the scandalous motherfuckers
Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look
Out for us too you know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigga
-Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
-You get set up back
Cuz we ain't having that bullshit
-I got your back, you got mine
That goes without saying
Twenty-seven and mo' baby
Twenty-seven and mo'
-Let's get the fuck out of here"

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