Harlem World - Cali Chronic Lyrics

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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

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

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

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

This is for the know-knotters

Six-fo' riders all them ones are low riders

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 low riders

Whether blued out or flamed out

Mask on ridin' with them big things out yay a yay

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Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba ask yourself why try?

Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you

Harlem u.s.a 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

This is for the know-knotters

Six-fo' riders all them ones are low riders

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 low riders

Whether blued out or flamed out

Mask on ridin' with them big things out yay a yay

Now we drink colt '45 tote 45's

Smoke 'til we high loc til' we die

Got locked up in crenshaw

Somebody said "foo what you in for?"

Jail mental' named wendel

Did 15 and got about 10 more

Oh he was silent than braille

In '83 was the first with hydraulics

Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics

And had day tons and always kept 'em polished

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 l.a. fool so speak on it

This is for the know-knotters

Six-fo' riders all them ones are low riders

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 low riders

Whether blued out or flamed out

Mask on ridin' with them big things out yay a yay

This is for the know-knotters

Six-fo' riders all them ones are low riders

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 low riders

Whether blued out or flamed out

Mask on ridin' with them big things out yay a yay

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