Hill Cypress Killafornia Lyrics

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