Cali Chronic - Mase
Turn it up [Huddy Combs] Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out [Blinky Blink] Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob Platinum, reach for it then wake up [Huddy] For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga Cuz I'm down for whatever Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever [Blink] Niggas hate to see a G come up Young niggas that run up get gun up That's the real, seen the nigga pass the steel Even wink and yo' ass get killed, All Out [Meeno] 1 - This is for the know-knotters Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders All weed smokers, Olde E sippers All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's Throw it up This is for the know-knotters Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders Whether blued out or flamed out Mask on, ridin' with them big things out Yay a yayyy [Meeno] Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try? Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you Harlem USA be the place that I come from Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat Close food shop down, send them across the street My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G NRB, be the click they claim to be So if worse come to worse, do the same for me Repeat 1 [Loon] Now, we drink Colt '45, tote 45's Smoke 'til we
Artist: Mase
Title: Cali Chronic