Immortalized

(intro):
Killa-forni-a
Biaaatch !!
Hustlers,players,gangstas,ballers,pimps,players
All of those shit, i see all that shit
You know, killerfornia
Blooow !!
Bloooooow !!

(verse 1):
I'm hell-bound
Niggas wanna kill me in my sleep in killerfornia
Where the murderers be ambitious to creep
And leave you six feet
Sleep with the sharks in the bay
I'm out the yea where they back up shit they talk with ak's
Niggas in l.a. trigger fingers itchy to spray
Call it the golden state
But niggas be rich off the game
You get your cash on the crips and bloods be bangin'
Nigga get your mash on dre-lock them uzi we sayin'
Leavin your brains hangin'
You'll get caught up in the cross fire
Cause you'll be dog meat
Lose your life in the jungle
Niggas is savages
Thugged out and it's hard to be humble
When niggas ride up gaffle your shit
And then leave you tired up
Money and murder i pop a sherm stick
Niggas tend to bring the drama
When i bury your dick
But i'm hardcore
Ready to kill shit up and war
Wonder what else this motherfuckin' state got in store

(chorus)
So much drama in northern california
*cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous day but i love the place
*that's why i duck when they fly by*
So much drama in southern california
*cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous place had ya smilin' your face
*that's why i duck when they fly by*

(verse 2):
From sacramento to san diego
From compton to the oakland city
Loc'ed up and thugged out
Killer's ready to ride with me
Stackin caps player pieces
Rolexes and saggy pants
Poppin' collars drunk as hell off hennesey
Smokin' up grams as ounces
The [????]
Weed or straight up chronic (chronic)
Niggas still out to get paid
Fuck the world i wanna die high
It's sunshine in killa kali
But still the bullets fly
Palm trees and sandy beaches
But niggas stay strapped with heaters
Born sinnin' and ready for drama that's how they leave us
500's and lexi coupes
Niggas roll up with they troops
Ballers be flashin' loot (flashin' loot)
If you gon jack that nigga be ready to shoot
And bring the pain (pain)
Cause it ain't no comin' back in killerfornia
Fuck with the wrong niggas they turn and blast on ya
Dump executional style and leave your ass goner
Still do my dirt all by my motherfuckin' lone in killerfornia

Chorus

(verse 3):
No self-defense laws
Bullet proof vests is illegal
But you can go to the gun sto'
And purchase yourself a desert eagle
All of my homies is felons
Some even died in my face
Some niggas still ridin' around
With a whole trunk full of yea
Frisco to fresno niggas do dirt
And ride with their head low
Indictments on mobstyle tactic murder for cash flow
Cause jail bars
Gangstas and ghetto stars
Niggas don't give a fuck
Bullet wounds and stab scars
Hell of players and pimps
Hustlers and gangstas with limps
Snitches that disappeared into thin motherfuckin' air
Haters be dreamin'
Schemin to catch ya slippin'
Just to get to dippin' after midnight ak's spittin'
See the fire from the barrel
Standin' down the block i got a flock
Of desert eagle fifty cal.(iber) shots
Can't let these sucka ass niggas put one in my dome
When i'm sittin' at home with a whole arsenal of my own
In killerfornia

Chorus

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( * original lyrics by ice cube * )

Drop a old school beat

Ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha

Plow!

[ verse 1 ]
Now the taste of crystal is fillin up my bladder
What's the time on the rolie? it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers i was tryin to sort
To make a long story short:
Ran into this girl named sally
Knew her from the backseat of my homeboy's navi
She said what's up, yeah, what's the deal?
Check the nappy weave, of course it ain't real
Then i looked down, she was fat in the front
I asked how long, she said, "about 6 months"
"oh, how time flies when you're havin fun"
She said, "yeah, but the damage is done"
"where you been?" "on a little vacation"
"oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" she said, "i got him on file"
Then she said, "it's spice 1", and smiled
I dropped my stout, then everything went blank
"had a baby by you, the neighborhood skank?"
She said, "yeah, don't you remember that day?"
I thought back and tried to calculate
Then i said, "damn, are you sure it's mine?
My homies did the soultrain on ya plenty of times"
She said, "that day, nah, i was whorin
And your ass is mine", that's when the sweat started pourin
Cause all i seen was spice 1 up in court
Paying a gang on child support
Then i thought deep about givin up the fetti
What i need to do is kick the bitch in the belly
Nah, cause then i'd really be faded
That's murder one, cause it was premeditated
What should i do? kidnap the bitch and flee?
How many months left? damn, only 3
I'm gettin faded

Goddamn, what the fuck i done got myself into?
This shit is dense

Damn, i'm gettin faded

Muthafuckas tryin to take my driver's license and shit

Bitch, you can't fade me

This bitch got a grip on my muthafuckin nuts, mayn

Damn, i'm gettin faded

But you know?
I ain't finna go out

[ verse 2 ]
It's crazy, because before i could sleep with her
I had to duck and dodge to try to creep with her
See, the booty in the front was all in place
But the girl had a pitbull face
So i ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid
Oh lord, god forbid
The homies see me at the hotel
Cause i know they would love to just go tell
Everybody in the hood that knows you're nasty
Elbows and knees and feet was hella ashy
So hold the big fat butt steady
Cause yo, bitch, i got the three rubbers ready
She started gruntin and squeelin like a wild bore
I hit the ass from cali to singapore
I dropped her off, man, and now i'm knowin
That i'ma hate myself in the mornin
I got drunk to help me forget
Damn, another day, another hit
Shit, i'm gettin faded

No cigars, nigga

Damn, you can't fade me

You better fire up a muthafuckin blunt and get some hen-dog

[ verse 3 ]
9 months later she's ready to drop the load
And all the partners in the hood already know
That it's 'posed to be mine, and they laughin at me
You know spice 1 can't be havin that, gee
Thinkin to myself: why did i bang her?
Now i'm in the closet lookin for the hanger
Kaos, vic rock and [name] won't let up
They won't shut up, i'm gettin fed up
Cause i know, you're tryin to break me
And if i find out you're tryin to fade me
I'ma clock yo ass with my shoe
Beat you down and leave a crown or two
That night she went into labor
And the shit is gettin kinda major
The baby came out, damn, it was a lifesaver
Lookin like my next-door neighbor
She said it was mine, that was her best guess
But let's check the results of the blood test
I started smilin, yeah, cause it read 'negative'
Damn, why did i let her live?
After that i shoula got the gat
And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap
But no, i just told the hoe who laid me
"excuse me, bitch, it's a switch, you can't fade me"

Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like that
A nigga like me ain't finna go for the okey-doke
The bitch out here thinkin she get a muthafucka for his cash and shit
Playin a muthafucka for some type of bitch-ass nigga
But you know what?
Before i go for the okey-doke, hoe
I'ma let the pistol smoke
And that's real

The bitch tryin to fade me

(intro)
Yeah nigga
Game from the mind of some real motherfuckin' thugs (thugs)
Fetty chico up in this biaatch (biaatch)
Bloow !! (blooow)

(chorus) 2x
You wouldn't believe all the shit i see
(just a thug yes i'm only a thug)
That's why i spit this thug poetry
(walks like a thug talks like a thug)

Clown like a thug put it down like a thug

(spice 1)
Release me to the belly of the beast
The jungle made of concrete
Real niggas die in they sleep
The strong prey on the weak
We gets down from dusk til dawn
Like quentin tarantino shakin' niggas up
In the neck like (joe) pesci in "casino"
Fetty chico bailin' in buckets with bullet holes
Caught up in drug wars
Use current from cargos
Too much drama in my past time (past time)
I swore when i got outta jail it was my last time (last time)
Fuck one-time (hahahaha)
Pants saggin' twisted up with the braids
Leave the house 3 in the mornin 'fore the drug unit raid
Get out the cemetery visit my soldiers up in the grave
Tell 'em i miss the times when we used to get paid
Though i'm thugging without ya
Nigga i ain't forgot about ya
Daily weapin' on some mobstyle shit ??
And when survival is goin' around
Called the "thug disease"
Gettin' niggas like rats trapped in murder for cheese
It's thug poetry

(chorus) 2x
I'm just a thug (thug) yes i'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama i see
That's why i spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)

(saafir)
Ay, wassup
This is saafir, mayn, check this out
Imma tell you like this here, mayn
These thug niggas, mayn
Look, let me lace you with like thug poetry
But now, i'm a rider though
So imma keep it mackish just lead me to it
Cause it's easy to do it but it gotta be fluent
Ohh shit this is bangin
Hangin' niggas with the microphone cord
That's my job without a rope (no)
Without a motherfuckin' joke (don't laugh)
Nigga i'm clean as fuck without soap
Keep my poetry like 'get out hoe' (get out hoe)
Bustin' like a .44, mr. motherfuckin' no-no from that hobo
Junction is the westbound campaign
When i'm away from the camp, mayn
Rollin' solo but stay loaded with slugs
Cause ain't no love hoe don't wear no diamond-studded glove
That superstar shit we'll get your ass put underground
Super-far trick (quick)
Like you fake ass niggas on some superhard shit
But never murdered
I'm a player that get braided up from the pussy
And never squirted (never)
That's game i hope you heard it
Cause i'm on a mad point nigga
Spice *weezy* serve it with some thug poetry

(chorus) 2x
I'm just a thug (thug) yes i'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama i see
That's why i spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)

(spice 1)
I smash on niggas pullin' triggers
We leave 'em stressed
Never leavin' home without the medal plate in my vest
This is westside livin' (livin')
Hangin' out with the unforgiven
Different murders under they belt but ain't nobody here trippin'
We're all felons in this motherfucker
Dodgin' 3 strikes (strikes)
Niggas smokin' on that chronic weed leaf northern lights
Reminisce of the dead (dead)
Pourin' out a little liquor (liquor)
Got me drunk and passed out
With my fingers still on the trigger (trigger)
Havin' nightmares of killers tryin' to take off my dome (dome)
Wake up shookin' at bad dreams, is my sanity gone (gone)
I'm looking for a piece of my mind there was torn
When my homie stopped breathin' and died up in my arms
Thug poetry

(chorus)
I'm a thug yes i'm only a thug
Walks like a thug talks like a thug
I'm just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Bust like a thug cuss like a thug
Just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Smoke like a thug chokes like a thug
I'm just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Ride like a thug slide like a thug
Just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Blast like a thug smash like a thug
Just a thug yes i'm only a thug
Drink like a thug fuck like a thug
Hahahaha
Aahahhah
Aahahaahahaa
Fetty chico shiznilty
Aahahhah
Ebonic sleezie
Aahahhah
You know, you kneezie
Aahahhah
Rick reezie
Bi-ayy-iiitch (bi-ayy-iiitch)
Bloow !! (bloow)

[ intro: roger troutman ]
Spice 1
Too $hort, yup
Said i'm a real playa, yeah

Real playa
Playa
Playa...

[ verse 1: too $hort ]
Whoever try to buy a new benz, spend money on your friends
Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, i'm a hustler
For the last 12 years i could never get enough of
That cash, i keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? a big pile of green shit?
When i spend it, bitch, i'm the man
I do what i want, suckers do what they can
That's why i moved to the a, straight from the bay
I'm still mackin bitches everyday, anyway
And if you don't like it, i don't give a fuck
I'ma still let my top down and turn this shit up
Nothin half on my business, keep gettin paid
If niggas stick together, maybe we'll live to see the day
When everybody keep ballin like me and my folks
Let these gold-diggin bitches count my spokes
Short dog in the house

[ chorus: roger troutman ]
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) (what they can do)
Real playaz do what they want to
(yeah, real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(real playaz, ha-ha-ha)
Real playaz do what they want to
(short dog)
Suckaz do what they can
(yukmouth) (yukmeezy) (thugged out) (fo' sheezy)
Real playaz do what they want to
Real thugz gon' hustlin

[ verse 2: yukmouth ]
Hop in the ranger rover, mob, thrustin this out my car
Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star
Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars
Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads
Havin m

livin in a world harcore,
Niggaz be dumpin on them foes,
Catching cases highspeed chases,
40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything,
Cuz i aint all the world seem,
Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
Times are savage,
Hardcore playaz aint your average,
Trunk full of triple beams,
And the schemes of cream and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper,
With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug nation.
Try to scalp all fuck half the world i want it all!
But im bustin at u niggaz,
With my back against the wall.

Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz,
Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, when i look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha)
You never really really know the game,
Cuz every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed,


Chorus
Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a needle in my vain,
Eatch injecting the game,
Tired all thugged out,
Fuck the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen mother fucker,
Cuz we too deep in the game.

Verse 2

Its time to make it happen get paid,
Its that nigga s y a s k,
Tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the a.
There slackers they slangin all day.
Until the players rock and get paid,
Like on the ground face down, break yourslf,
Dont fuck around, and get sprayed,
??????????? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin fakers with the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to their faces,
I told my family as soon as i get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the border
Like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka,
Scott free across the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick back floating across the ocean.
Like the black lack triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack,
Back for opportunities,
Cuz our niggas sees is scratched,
Playing for keeps,
Addicted to getting it for quitting it,
Like the junkies hop fiends,


Chorus:

Nigga i wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a needle in my vain,
Eatch injecting the game,
Tired all thugged out,
Fuck the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen mother fucker,
Cuz we too deep in the game.

Verse 3

U sound crackin mad cuz i aint getting no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that aint getting my dough,
Roll a hummer for the summer,
Rad katty in the fall,
Keep my mind on my money,
Platinum plats on the wall,
U niggaz know i wont be fucking around,
Im bout the cash,
And i hope u know im all about action,
And down to blast,
What the fuck u think,
My homies are killas and drug dealers,
Use pills for sinuses,
Crash homes and dome niggaz,
Break bones and stoned niggaz.
Where u had to be ???

Got gome ??? niggaz getting toed out,

Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up.

On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed.
Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz

City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas,

But no body claimin cuz their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.