Cypress Hill Killafornia Lyrics

III: Temples of Boom Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Spark Another Owl
  • 2 Throw Your Set in the Air
  • 3 Stoned Raiders
  • 4 Illusions
  • 5 Killa Hill Niggas
  • 6 Boom Biddy Bye Bye
  • 7 No Rest for the Wicked
  • 8 Make a Move
  • 9 Killafornia
  • 10 Funk Freakers
  • 11 Locotes
  • 12 Red Light Visions
  • 13 Strictly Hip Hop
  • 14 Let It Rain
  • 15 Everybody Must Get Stoned
    CD 2
  • 1 DJ Muggs Buddha Mix: Hole in the Head / How I Could Just Kill a Man / Insane in the Brain / Stoned Is the Way of the Walk / Hits From Da Bong / Hand on the Pump / Real Estate / I Wanna Get High
  • [B-Real]
    Living in the city of the Scandalous
    Shisty ************s, can't even trust my own brothers
    So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
    *****s want a piece of the pie, **** off and die!
    Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
    Loco, trooping *** ***** with the cash, ****
    ************s 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 *** 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
    *****, I want a fat pad, and fly *** pool
    Finest **********ing *****es, jewels
    and all that ****, if I got to take it
    from a *****
    ****, 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 ****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 *****s 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, alright!
    When I seen you three or four
    months ago I told you
    Got respect for a man now
    Handle your ****!

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

    Well, well, little man came up a little bit
    It feels good having money in the pocket
    **** that nine to five bullshit, right?
    Yeah, kick that **** to the curb
    But you got to look out for the scandalous ************s
    'cause *****s is tricky than a ************
    Yeah, but ************s got to look out for us too
    You know what I'm saying
    I'm just as shisty as a *****
    ****, set me up and *****s are gonna die
    You get set up back, 'cause 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'
    Let's get the **** out of here"

    Written by: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, Louis Freese, Timothy Armstrong
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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