killafornia lyrics – cypress hill

living in the city of the scandalous
shisty motherf*ckers can’t even trust my own brothers
so who can i choose to trust me that’s who?
n*gg*s want a piece of the pie, f*ck off and die

jealous, envious fools want to rush this
loco, trooping *ss n*gg* with the cash, sh*t
motherf*ckers 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 *ss down to sleep
but every hustler wants to be bawling

but i got the b*lls 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

n*gg*, i want a fat pad, and fly *ss pool
finest motherf*cking b*tches, jewels
and all that sh*t, if i got to take it
from a n*gg*

sh*t, let him run for me then
i can work for myself, don’t have to
work for n*body
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 c*cked, i’m used to running with the glock
nina millimeter, lighting up the f*cking 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 n*gg*s moving weights
can you relate?

d*mn, what’s up? i see you
pushing that big time weight
i told you, i wasn’t bullsh*tting
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*ck 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*cker
in the city los scandalous

well, well, little man came up a little bit
it feels good having money in the pocket
f*ck that nine to five bullsh*t, right?
yeah, kick that sh*t to the curb

but you got to look out for the scandalous motherf*ckers
‘cuz n*gg*s is tricky than a motherf*cker
yeah, but motherf*ckers got to look out for us too
you know what i’m saying
i’m just as shisty as a n*gg*

sh*t, set me up and n*gg*s are gonna die
you get set up back, ‘cuz we ain’t having that bullsh*t
i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
twenty-seven and mo’ baby, twenty-seven and mo’
oh get the f*ck out of here, stay, bust out man

/ cypress hill lyrics