Текст песни Cypress Hill — Killafornia
[B-Real]
Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherfuckers, cant even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust, me, thats who
Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit
Motherfuckers 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 Im 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, Ive been out here
running game for eight years
--I know Im getting tired of standing
on this corner
--Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherfucking 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, dont have to
work for nobody, Ill 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, Im used to running with the Glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block
Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
I dont know, but if you coming on my corner
I think Im gonna bust
You cant handle us, devious, dangerous
Criminal mentality, insanity
I move weight, from state to state
All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?
[Hustlers]
--Damn, whats up, I see you
pushing that big time weight
--I told you, I wasnt 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!
[B-Real]
Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Fuck working at McDs, Im rolling with the O.Zs
In the QPs, puffing on trees
Who can I trust?, who can you trust?
Not that shady motherfucker in the city Los Scandalous
[Hustlers]
--Well, well, little man came up a little bit
--It feels good having money in the pocket
--Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
--Yeah, kick that shit to the curb
--But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
--Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
You know what Im saying
Im just as shisty as a nigga
--Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
--You get set up back, cuz we aint having that bullshit
--I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
--Twenty-seven and mo baby, twenty-seven and mo
--Lets get the fuck out of here"