Killafornia Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Killafornia Lyrics

    [B-Real]
    Living in the city of the Scandalous
    Shisty 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, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit
    Motherfuckers 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, (Hardball)
    Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
    But every hustler wants to be bawling
    But I got the balls for the shot calling
    I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
    Then I hustle, and flex my muscle

    [Hustlers]
    --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

    [B-real]
    Where can I roam to get my hustle on
    Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
    Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the Glock
    Nina Millimeter, 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 weights, can you relate?

    [Hustlers]
    --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!

    [B-Real]
    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 O.Z's
    In the QP's, puffing on trees
    Who can I trust?, who can you trust?
    Not that shady motherfucker in the city Los Scandalous

    [Hustlers]
    --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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