Killafornia Lyrics

The song Killafornia is performed by Cypress Hill in the album named Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom in the year 1995 .

Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherf**kers 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**k off and die

Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping a*s nigga with the cash, shit
Motherf**kers 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 a*s 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

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 a*s pool
Finest motherf**king 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

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**king 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?

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

Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
f**k 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**ker
In the city Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man came up a little bit
It feels good having money in the pocket
f**k that nine to five bullshit, right?
Yeah, kick that shit to the curb

But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf**kers
'Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherf**ker
Yeah, but motherf**kers 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'
Oh get the f**k out of here, stay, bust out man

Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom

Oct 1995

Killafornia