Cypress Hill - k**afornia lyrics

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***as want a piece of the pie, f** off and die! Jealous, envious fools want to rush this Loco, trooping a** n***a with the cash, sh** 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 Yeah, man, I've been out here running game for eight years I know I'm getting tired of standing on this corner n***a, I want a fat pad, and fly a** pool Finest motherf**ing b**hes, j**els and all that sh**, if I got to take it from a n***a sh**, 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 k**afornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips Loaded and co*ked, 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***as moving weights, can you relate? Damn, what's up, I see you pushing that big time weight I told you, I wasn't bullsh**ting You coming up, alright! When I seen you three or four months ago I told you Got respect for a man now Handle your sh**! 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 Well, well, little man came up a little bit It feels good having money in the pocket f** that nine to five bullsh**, right? Yeah, kick that sh** to the curb But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf**ers 'cause n***as 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***a sh**, set me up and n***as are gonna die You get set up back, 'cause we ain't having that bullsh** 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"