Killafornia (Album Version)

Killafornia - Cypress Hill

Living in the city of the Scandalous

Shisty motherf**kers 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 f**k off and die

Jealous envious fools want to rush this

Loco trooping a** ni**a with the cash sh*t

Motherf**kers 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 a** 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

Yeah man I've been out here

Running game for eight years

I know I'm getting tired of standing

On this corner

Ni**a I want a fat pad and fly a** pool

Finest motherf**king b**ches jewels

And all that sh*t if I got to take it

From a ni**a

Sh*t 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 I'm used to running with the Glock

Nina Millimeter lighting up the f**king 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

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 sh*t

Where can I choose to get my hustle on

In the alleyway lighting up all night long

F**k 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**ker in the city Los Scandalous

Well well little man came up a little bit

It feels good having money in the pocket

F**k that nine to five b******t right

Yeah kick that sh*t to the curb

But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf**kers

Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherf**ker

Yeah but motherf**kers got to look out for us too

You know what I'm saying

I'm just as shisty as a ni**a

Sh*t set me up and niggas are gonna die

You get set up back cuz we ain't having that b******t

I got your back you got mine that goes without saying

Twenty-seven and mo baby twenty-seven and mo

Let's get the f**k out of here