Killafornia

Killafornia
[B-Real]
Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherf***ers, can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
N****s want a piece of the pie, f*** off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping a** n**** with the cash, s***
Motherf***ers 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 I'm laying your a** 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, I've been out here
running game for eight years
--I know I'm getting tired of standing
on this corner
--N****, I want a fat pad, and fly a** pool
Finest motherf***ing b****es, jewels
and all that s***, if I got to take it
from a n****
--S***, let him run for me then
--I can work for myself, don't have to
work for nobody, I'll 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 c***ed, I'm used to running with the Glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the f***ing 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****s moving weights, can you relate?

[Hustlers]
--Damn, what's up, I see you
pushing that big time weight
--I told you, I wasn't bulls***ting
--You coming up, aight!
--When I seen you three or four
months ago I told you
--Got respect for a man now
--Handle your s***!
[B-Real]
Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
F*** 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***er in the city Los Scandalous
[Hustlers]
--Well, well, little man came up a little bit
--It feels good having money in the pocket
--F*** that nine to five bulls***, right?
--Yeah, kick that s*** to the curb
--But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf***ers
'cause n****s is tricky than a motherf***er
--Yeah, but motherf***ers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a n****
--S***, set me up and n****s are gonna die
--You get set up back, 'cause we ain't having that bulls***
--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*** out of here\"
En la vivaz ciudad de los escandalosos, donde la desconfianza reina incluso entre hermanos, B-Real se enfrenta a la difícil elección de en quién confiar. Decide confiar en sí mismo, en su instinto...