Killafornia lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Real]
Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shiesty motherf*ckers, can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
n*ggas want a piece of the pie, f*ck off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, Cuban ass n*gga with the cash, sh*t
Motherf*ckers just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five ways to get sewn
Send out the invitation
To the party of your elimination
I got creeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)
Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wanna be balling
But I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
Can I hustle, and flex my muscle

[Interlude: Hustlers]
-Yeah, man, I've been out here
Running game for eight years
-I know I'm getting tired of standing
On this corner
-n*gga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherf*cking b*tches, jewels
And all that sh*t, if I got to take it
From a n*gga
-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
[Verse 2: B-Real]
Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
Loaded and c*cked, used to run with the Glock
Nina Millimeters and I'm 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*ggas moving weight, can you relate?

[Interlude: Hustlers]
-Damn, 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!

[Verse 3: B-Real]
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 you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
Not that shady motherf*cker in the city Los Scandalous
[Outro: Hustlers]
-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*ggas 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*gga
-sh*t, set me up and n*ggas 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'
-Let's get the f*ck out of here"