Harlem World Cali Chronic
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