Nipsey Hussle - Cali lyrics

Long Beach, Compton, Watts, South Central
Eastside, Westside, Cali, Cali
Houses, apartments, projects, hot blocks
Avenues, boulevards, Cali, Cali, Cali
Johnnys, metros, CRASH Unit's, homicide
Deputy sheriffs in Cali, Cali, Cali

Aren't we
A jungle underneath the palm trees?
Don't go too deep into the concrete
Cuz, Blood, and who knows what
They all throwin' up somethin' but
We ready to bust where I'm from
We get it poppin' with them rocks and slugs
Jab niggas, no boxing gloves
(Cali, Cali, Cali)
You heard the story, know you seen the movies
Come through, it gets much more gruesome
(Cali, Cali, Cali)
Yeah, nigga, you know, ask Pop, AK's go grrah
Pregnant mamas get shot sitting at bus stops
(Cali, Cali)
We smoke Swisher Sweets, nigga, no Optimos
Rock white Tees, Dickies shorts, and fat gold
Squabble in facts, go back, homie
Bust with a Mac
And bloodshed, we accustomed to that
On Korean storefronts
Where we hustle them sacks
And tuck packs in a payphone
And purp on a Black
You see the helicopter circle
Don't cross the tracks
You drive through and you'll be
Lucky if you walking back
These niggas wolves
Gorillas with views that few choose
You think it's cool, but nigga
You too could get bruised
Or even worse, get put in a hearse
Put in the church then put in the dirt
And that's just puttin' work in Cali
Home of the killers and thugs
Where COINTEL turned Panthers into
Crips and Bloods they tried to cover up the
History of what we was
They killed Pac like Malcolm
Now we drunk on they blood
(Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali)

And I'm from South Central Los Angeles
Born and raised
My granny came from down south
When they freed the slaves with an aim
To make a better life than yesterday
But today
We hit the streets just to test the 'K
I live life between Slauson
A prison and coffin stuck on the block
I ask God for the option to profit
And what I see, all drama, All-Star Converse
And all these niggas got problems
And they sobbed often
All the bitches gotta sit
On expensive soft shit
Game tight, fly as they come, and all slick
It ain't shit in the world like a
Summer in the slums of Los Angeles
If you could manage
You could learn to love it
The murders and the bums on
The corner become the normal
It's Nipsey, nigga
Welcome to Killa California (Cali)