1.Niggas From Calli
Yeah bitches.
We got the motherfuckin niggas from cali, ya know what i'm
sayin？
E-a-ski, rally ral and master p.
But yo ski.
Kick it like this g.
A nigga don't get no respect
Unless a motherfucker gotta come and snap some necks
So i play that game like it 'posed to be played
Cause ski and cmt is not the one that's gonna daze
Yeah i see niggas jockin niggas like a bitch
Just cause the punk made one local hit
Even my homies get brainwashed by that shit
The look at me and say, 'man ski is doin it'
Fuck all that, i ain't givin up props
Until i hear the motherfuckin nigga album drop
So i get pissed and take it out on wax
And think how the fuck they sign this one dimensional artist to
a damn
Contract
But life moves on, huh
And while it's movin i write about it in my fuckin songs
I pack a nine double l just incase
I talk shit and they wanna front me to my face
Punk niggas wanna get respect
But disrespect, but it don't even work like that
It's all about the mighty dollar
Whoever controls the dead presidents control the power
So watch your back in this game see
Cause niggas get lame see, but they can't fuck with me
I might be humble but i'm only givin ？？？？
So motherfuckers can't jack a nigga from cali
Yeah bitches just like that, ya know what i'm sayin？
But yo, another nigga from cali.
His name is rally ral.
So yo ral.
School these motherfuckers.
When will motherfuckers learn, fuckin around with me you get
burned
It's all a battle brother, comin up on it firm
Nine one was the year for school
And nine two's for rules
And nine three's for rulin
Huh, any motherfucker out there
You keep fuckin around i have you rappin in a wheelchair
Cause rally ral don't play no way
I'd rather slay a motherfucker like all day
So i'm a rock it on till the end then
It's a neccessity for me to keep lendin
Funky tracks for the wack to improve on
Listen to the nigga rally or move on
Because i got rhymes for the young and old
I got a style for the middle class and low
Whoever said that rally ral couldn't deliver
I have your fuckin ass goin up a river
Just like a boat goin mainstream
I have your fuckin body doin the same thing
So now you know not to fuck around with rally
A nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga from cali
Yeah that's a nigga you don't wanna fuck with but yo.
This is another motherfuckin nigga from cali.
Master p.
So yo p.
Do me a favor man.
Slip it.
Slip in my motherfuckin ？？？ feelin fucked up
Three niggas from cali in this game and done came up
Livin but never givin and givin but steady livin
And droppin more motherfuckin shit then a stage of pigeons
Rollin, three niggas we hella deep
？？？ the gat in the hood when you know me
The m, the a, the s, the t, the e, the r
And if you fuck with the p
You won't live to see a month cause i'm a nigga out the game
Makin that bank, i'm from the motherfuckin bay so i'm fuckin
with dank
And if a nigga cold run up he get's done up
Jacked for his motherfuckin daytons cause it's a come up
California, the state of the homocides
Niggas into bangin and doin fuckin drive by's
So welcome to my motherfuckin hood bitch
I told you last year that p don't take no bullshit
And if you run up and run up and run up and run up and run up
Bam motherfuckin punk you get done up
Huh, in other words you get tossed like salad
C tell them who we are
We them niggas from cali
Yeah bitches.
E-a-ski, rally ral, master p.
Comin up for the nine two, know what i'm sayin？
You stupid ass bitches.
Can't fuck with the
The niggas, the niggas, the niggas from cali
(repeats till end)
2.Fuck That Shit
F-f-f-fuck that shit.
If you don't like how i'm living well fuck you.
F-f-f-fuck that shit.
If you don't like how i'm living well fuck you.
Back to the muthafuckin locs, niggaz wanna joke,
But it's time to sell, let's go.
Niggaz talking bout the rich ain't hard as dope,
But they better back off because we came up.
Now i'm back in the hood with the whole
Sceam selling dope to the muthafuckin dope fiends.
3 keys and the nigga came up,
Too many fiends to keep this muthafuckin game up.
Now i'm rapping, niggaz say i win for jyp, sike!
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit. from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
Life.
Life in the muthafuckin game,
You know you have to live in the
South to get a muthafuckin name.
Wanna be me, wanna be you,
But they ain't down with a fuckin clue.
Talkin that shit for centuries,
？？？ that hoe never been to penitentery.
Niggaz i hit, niggaz talking shit,
But a nigga that don't quit.
Can't hook the muthafuckin beata,
I pack a fuckin 9 for the suckas that wanna greed us.
I'm a nigga on a role to get paid, bitch.
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
Back to the muthafuckin fiend,
Back on another niggaz dream.
Niggaz gettin paid by the grouse
And every fuckin body in the hood gotta sell dope.
Because the white man gotta fucking see us sold out,
The ghetto code living and then it blows up.
Niggaz getting jacked for their jewels.
Read bout another nigga on the fuckin news.
Niggaz go trippin, niggaz in there dippin,
But a gold p ain't snippin.
Niggaz out whatchin his fuckin back,
Niggaz get stuck like that. fuck that shit.
Fuck that shit. give a nigga a fuckin deal on a job,
Give a nigga the gatt code and teach him how to ride.
Because the way i felt won't pay a nigga rent, he still can't.
You said it makes no sense to take a brotha
To jail for his reputation, when the government is
Drived by the flation.
A brotha gettin beat by the police,
One black judge and you think this shit is sease.
I'm sell caine to get my grits, because i can't get a job so...
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
＞from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Yeah and now you know that the muthafuckin real untouchables
Is straight bumpin that muthafucka
Underground shit to yo muthafuckin speaker.
All you niggaz that think we weak you better jump off,
Before we get a muthafuckin 9mm you crizzome.
In other words all you punk muthafuckas
That out chasin and probation,
And don't wanna see a nigga come up,
You ain't nothin but a punk-ass bitch.
Check this out i wanna say fuck that shit to the system,
The punk police,
The radio station that doesn't wanna play our shit,
And all those niggaz that think we can't come up.
Fuck ya'll too young saying.
Yo g you got something you wanna
Say before we cut out this muthafucka？
Yeah i wanna say fuck the muthafuckin fbi,
The cia and any muthafucka that's playing ？？？.
Step up and get quickness in the muthafucka,
Because i'm fiending for 187.
Anytime any day. yeah, yeah.
We out this muthafucka, kid cut the music off.
Fuck ya'll.
Fuck that shit.
Answer the phone p.
Hello？
3.Let's Do It
She was cute and i met her by the bus stop.
I just beat this fiends ass,
They got me for a fuckin ride.
I guess the nigga hoped they was fucked up,
Till the nigga rucked up,
This fine bitch had walked up.
I say what's your name, do ya got a name,
And since she crossing the street
Can a mack hold ya fuckin hand？
But this shit had fucked me up at first,
Because she smiled with a smurf and turned
Around and said that will work.
She was a perfect 36, 24, 36.
She had ass like a stalion bro.
She kept this muthafuckin look in her eye,
We jumped in a ride.
She started rubbin on a niggaz thy.
I put her to the floor,
Took of my shirt and my pance
And let my feet hang out the car door.
She said you're kinda fast, and i knew it.
I said ya like me,
I like you so let's do it.
See i'm a playa,
A pimp, so let's do it.
See i'm a playa,
A pimp so let's do it.
See i'm a playa,
A pimp so let's do it.
See i'm a playa,
A pimp so let's do it.
Yo man i ain't never been spun on to bitch,
But check this out man,
I just got more ham than a muthafuckin meat market,
Damn!
I was cold, chillin in my crib.
Thinkin bout this girl the and way she make me spit.
It feels kinda strange, because it's like i knew her,
But all i really knew was her name.
I just can't forget, it happened so quick,
But she make me feel logic.
Now i'm in the sneakin, niggaz into creeping.
Hey p, man ain't that yo beeper beepin？
Yeah man come just pass me the phone,
Let me call this girl back.
You know what i'm saying？ hello？ hello,
May i speak to mari.
Yeah this is, this is mari.
Hey what's up baby？ p i know you have a girlfriend,
But i was thinkin and just wonderin how you feel bout me？
You know what baby i was thinkin bout you too.
You know what i'm sayin？
I like you a lot and i was hoping i could see you tonight.
I'm in this dice game.
Silkk got my 97, 211's coming out my hands.
I'm hating them bitch's like hoes.
But that was my girl so you know a nigga gotta go.
When niggaz started acting funny talking shit
Bout your one and only chance to win back his money.
I had to put this punk in line,
And when he turn his back i told silkk to pass me my fuckin 9.
Because i ain't the one to be fucked with,
And you know that the p don't take no bull shit.
But i live kinda strange,
But you know there aren't no fuckin rules in this fucking game.
But can't a gansta fall in love,
I don't know. because niggaz only serving fiends and thugs.
No time to thing i'm on the run,
I'm bout to leave the state,
She's bout to have my son.
She wanna come and i knew it,
And all i can tell this girl is
Let's do it.
4.Little Slut
Yo ski man, we got to talk bout that bitch, man.
Let's try to dog us out, you know what i'm saying？
Fake ass bitch.
Oh you little slut,
You didn't think we'd know.
Fucking niggaz from l.a. to oakland
Like the neighborhood hoe.
How the hell can i explaine this？
Man, you're one hell of a gaming bitch.
You try to have our back,
I should have knew you were phony
When you made up the fake contracts.
You got married only to protect your child.
You didn't know your work would go fucking wild.
In season the middle now i gots to break,
Because a motherfucker took all day in take.
You motherfucker lying tramp bitch,
Stayed in oakland and had hickey's
On your face and shit. the nigga code is 105,
Confront this to your face you would
Swear up and down, i'm lying. but i don't give a fuck,
Just leave me alone and you can fuck your way back home.
Oakland, cal ain't the place for you no more.
Cross my fo', i'm going to have to shoot the hoe.
Because you pushed your fucking luck,
And speaking of fucking,
Huh you little fucking slut.
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Lie after lie, after lie
You think you're getting by.
You say you go to church, you go to hell when you die.
You got your husbend going tripping,
Because he believes everything you say and gives the okay.
I wouldn't be so blind.
You know she's tripping up the ass almost everytime.
She stuck her foot out here,
And you wonder why she come back home full of cheer.
Wake up nigga and beat the bitch down.
She used us so she could sleep around.
She brought her boys to l.a. so she can
Fuck tre. didn't you miss that bitch
For a couple of days？ she kept the same clothes on,
Afraid as hell to take her black ass home.
For every question theres a cap.
She said she fell in church,
But you didn't even know about that.
The same fucking routine.
She probably got rug burns all around her knees,
But you don't give a fuck because she's fucking you good.
But she's still a little slut.
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Ahh yeah. she even tried to fuck c.
Offered to take my homie to the movies.
They went to check out her game plan.
She couldn't get me so she tried to get my main man,
But it blew up in her face.
Because the bitch wasn't my homies taste.
So just handle your business hoe,
And get the skins sealed t in the front door.
But you ain't nothing but a jump,
That's why my homie rally ral had to go for fucking broke.
Because i hooked him up, now i got to get him out,
And put my nigga back up on the right rap.
You couldn't face me in the end.
So you made up rumors over and over again.
But ain't this a bitch.
Your just trying to keep a nigga from coming up and shit.
It won't happen hoe,
Because i got get my friends and they're all powerful.
So spread the dirt bitch.
Come suck my dick.
You little hoe,
Slut trick.
5.Fuck The System
6.Ghetto Anthem
7.Tell Them What's Going On
Inside the ghetto you see kids with no shirts or shoes
And no sweaters, and life is kinda cold,
Little kids withdirty pampers and a god damn runny nose
And moms never home, never really had a da
Now what really going on？, now what should i do？
My little brothers stomach growling in the god damn rich do
Searching in the box for something to eat
Knowing there aint gon be a god damn thing in there g
In the middle of the night it get strange
Sister baby keep crying they want milk man
But she dont give a damn
She's out tricking for a hit dont give a fuck bout little sam
And all night long the neighbors fussing my ear to the wall
He beats us up and 2 hours later come the police
Instead of helping honey rather fuck with me
Its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep
Now whats really going on g？
Man this police fatality gotta stop ma
Cause brother aint going out like rodney king no more
Little sammy grew up to be the neighborhood dope dealer,
Big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life
Going to jail cause sam was just another night
Money and dope was a trade
But not enough money to save this motherfuck's age
Mama did sam like change
Started ganking his own people like in the dope game
And i better run out to a quarter
That little sam wont live to see tomorrow
And the government really dont gives a damn
Cause every neighborhood you find a fucking sam
Its some little kid with no pride
But not enough education to survive
A lotta people in it to win
Dont a damn about the lives they lose in the system
It's a shame, black politics and government
Damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate,
So who are you going to judge when we all make mistakes
So i just move on
You cant stop a nigga from writting a bout it in a song
And i aint the one to get fucked
In other words you mess with p its like pressing your luck
And i'm getting paid,
And i aint gon let you treat every damn black man like a slave
And if you do your wrong, now what really going on
8.I Ain't Go'n Out Like That
Here's a situation say i'm jumping out the bandwagon
Down with the nation now the niggaz is named me
To be what i used to be
That was an ineration level i was soon to be caught
And tied in a knot for drillin a bitch i shouldn't of knocked
But i'm chilling with sister street and somi
Ny cousins beefin cause i like to be down
With the natural afro take a listen i'll tell ya like
This boy you really pissing me off i see nothing wrong with
A afer be i preffer i must darkle beaver, so now you trip
You blub it or i'ma bust you lip and now you got an attitude
And you act rude to my beilifs tak a peice of the attitude
She's not attracting me, stop harrassing me
And now her man is trying to look like me
Understand that i'm black only wont sell out
You keep dissing i'ma going to bust you in the mouth
Damn! i aint going out that way!
Im too black and too strong
I aint going out that way
(repeat)
Say i wasnt hurt bullets and chains
What about saying quit its all the same thing
What about my partner who lost his startum
Cause he was drillin a brook, wearing tits like dom
But you still turned another g, chasing on white meat
She aint all that either is jack, he's abusing my
Sister and i aint with that, but i cant understand
What your sayin man, you fell in the plan and
Now your part of the plan, nothing but a 90's house
Nigga, ho do your finger relate to a female nigga
And now how your mad allright im good, sike!
Im going out like spike, you try to read my mind
To see what i have to say, i aint going out that way
Im to black and too strong
I aint going out that way
(repeat)
Left to right welcome to my path
Lets say crib jungle, you never invite
Me to where you live, cause im down with
This song, and cause a brother was born in ya
Why should i hide and meet you around the corner
Quite delirious, cause it aint that serious
Turn a red, blue face, cause your inferious
Plus im always behind it, i really cant find it
Oh yeah, i got it, its my cousin im twelve in it
They use your bead essential, but you know
Jail, it aint worth getting lynched and besides
I dont know a group with standards and beauty's
Fruity tutti, pale skin, sticky hair, and flat booty
Trying to floss it but i dont wants it, cause
Big ed aint going out that way!
9.I'm The Funkiest
Grew up in the ghetto in cali
Were sellin dope has one technically
Tanqueray twice a week
2 keep a nigga like me on the run g
Dodging the police side
And whatchin the moves that jackers be tryin
Mom would cry when i leave the house
She said she had a bad dream, a king g took her out
She say they caught me one in the chest
I said mom did i ever shoot back
Now im on the neighborhood alert
I pack a fuckin 9
Like mom would pack her purse
For the suckers tryin to catch me slipin
And like short dogg say i aint tripin
But i look at life kinda strange
And all the old g's tell me all the time
P get out the dope game
Stick with your raps ＆ go legit
And it wont be long till ya make your motherfuckin hit
Now that kinda shit kept me pumped
I hooked up with the ski, and c, and t and now i'm the one
The one from the bay
It started in the rich
And moved to the o, to frisco
Now they bumpin my sounds and sack
Pittsburg, palianto, and every damn cadillac
From cinncinati, kentucky, to seattle
They say my shit just movin like cattle
Movin like columbian cargo from boston to chicago the play me
down
In texas from the low rider, benzmen, to the drop top lexus
Im pumpin in new orleans, down south, alabama, to d.c.
All in one year i deliver funky sounds from san diego, to denver
Delaware were my fans get stronger from ohio, milwalke, to
oklahoma
Now i'm on a tour in every city from florida, detroit, to kansas
city
Strated local and then went nationwide from georgia,
Philadelphia, to the east side
Now i'm a hit and ya can't stop a nigga like me cause
I'm the funkiest.....
I'm the motherfuckin funkiest
Yeah we just chillin in this motherfucker you know what i'm
sayin
We got eazy a ski in this motherfucker
Cmt with that layed back ass track
You know what im sayin comin at your motherfuckin back
But just in case you didn't know master p is the motherfuckin
funkiest
For the 92,93,and 94 and how ever fuckin it may go
But check this out, you know what im sayin
I want to thank all yo motherfuckers for support a nigga like p
You know what im sayin, cause we straigt comin up in this bitch
Got big ed co-chillin in this motherfucker
Silkk, c-murder, fonzo, sonya c she definetly an effect
And you know what, yo c ride me off this motherfuckin laid back
ass track
You know what i'm sayin
10.I Wear A Bullet Proof Vest
11.Understanding The Criminal Mind
12.1-900-crime
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