B-Real - k**afornia lyrics

[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***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 [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***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 [B-real] 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? [Hustlers] --Damn, what's up, I see you Pushing that big time weight --I told you, I wasn't bullsh**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 sh**! [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 bullsh**, right? --Yeah, kick that sh** to the curb --But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf**ers Cuz 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, cuz 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"