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Lirik Lagu Killafornia - Cypress Hill

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[B-Real]Living in the city of the ScandalousShisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothersSo who can I choose to trust, me, that's whoNiggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!Jealous, envious fools want to rush thisLoco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shitMotherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine aloneForty-five places to get doneSend out your invitationTo the party of your eliminationI got peeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)Now I'm laying your ass down to sleepBut every hustler wants to be bawlingBut I got the balls for the shot callingI pull strings, the Don King, only in AmericaThen I hustle, and flex my muscle
[Hustlers]--Yeah, man, I've been out hererunning game for eight years--I know I'm getting tired of standingon this corner--Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass poolFinest motherfucking bitches, jewelsand all that shit, if I got to take itfrom a nigga--Shit, let him run for me then--I can work for myself, don't have towork for nobody, I'll be my own hustler
[B-real]Where can I roam to get my hustle onKillafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clipsLoaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the GlockNina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking blockNow, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?I don't know, but if you coming on my cornerI think I'm gonna bustYou can't handle us, devious, dangerousCriminal mentality, insanityI move weight, from state to stateAll the niggas moving weights, can you relate?
[Hustlers]--Damn, what's up, I see youpushing that big time weight--I told you, I wasn't bullshitting--You coming up, aight!--When I seen you three or fourmonths 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 nigh