Killafornia


[B-Real]
Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherf***ers, 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*** off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, s***
Motherf***ers 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 motherf***ing b****es, jewels 
and all that s***, 
if I got to take it from a nigga
S***, 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 f***ing 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 bulls****ing
You coming up, aight!  
When I seen you three or four
months ago I told you
Got respect for a man now
Handle your s***!

[B-Real]
Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
F*** 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***er in the city Los Scandalous

[Hustlers]
Well, well, little man came up a little bit
It feels good having money in the pocket
F*** that nine to five bulls***, right?
Yeah, kick that s*** to the curb
But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf***ers
Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherf***er
Yeah, but motherf***ers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigga
S***, set me up and niggas are gonna die
You get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bulls***
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*** out of here"