Cali Chronic lyrics

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 your ass layed down forever
[Blink]
Niggas hate to see a G come up (yeah)
Young niggas that run up get gun up
That`s for real, seen the nigga pass the still
Even wink, your ass get killed, All Out
[Meeno]
1 - This is for the no-nada`s
6`4` rida`s, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, whole weed sippa`s
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga`s
Throw it up
This is for the no-nada`s
6`4` rida`s, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blewed 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 I`ve gotta eat
Close food shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat cuz this cost is cheap
Reminiscin` all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
Pull some nigga out and throw it up for a G
NBR, be the click that claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
Repeat 1
[Loon]
Now, we drink Colt `45, toke 45`s
Smoke `til we high, loc til` we die
Got locked up in Crenshaw
Somebody said, `Foo, what you in for?!`
Gentleman`s hoe, bang window
Did 15, and got about 10 more
Oh, he was solid than Dembrahlie
And Eddie 3 was the first with I hydraulics
Bought his first big dinner with narcotics
And had a day, engine noise kept unpolished
You taught me about khakis and Converse
And if a foo` try to move then you ball first, feel me?
But now I`m stackin` my grip
Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time never sleep on it
I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it
Repeat 1 until fade