The Mad Rapper - Cali Chronic (Remix) lyrics

[Loon] Turn it up (Verse 1) [Loon] Yo, when I roll, you know the gats 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 Cause I catch a fool, slip and yo, his a** is out [Huddy Combs] Hud Stay on the low Pop two cops Thug Against All Odds Like 2Pac I'm caged up Dog-tired from Jacob Platinum - reach for it, then wake up [Loon] For top dollar, yo, I squeeze my trigger And Lord knows, I'll lead this n***a Cause I'm down for whatever Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar Try to clown a n***a and get your a** layed down forever [Huddy Combs] n***as hate to see a G come up Young n***as that run up Get gun up That's for real Seen a n***a pa** the steel Even wink, and your a** get k**ed All Out Chorus: Meeno This is for the know-knotters Six-four riders All the ones are lowriders All weed smokers Olde E. sippers All dead homies and O.G. n***as Throw it up This is for the know-knotters Six-four riders All the ones in lowriders Leather blue'd out Or flamed out Mask on, ridin' with them big things out Yay-i-yay [Verse 2: Meeno] Light up the Izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try? Touch the untouchable Brother that's in front of you Harlem U.S.A. be the place that I come from 29th 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 fool's shop down, send him 'cross the street My force overheat, cause 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 Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Welcome To My World, n***a Where it's V.I.P And the b**hes and the bud for free We raisin' it up Dippin' (Uh hun) Givin' it up I'm blazin' it up, we crippin' {*inhale*} Not givin' a [{*f***}] (What?) Now as I Walk through your backyard, knockin' down your trash You move too fast, I'm quick to bite you on your a** {*growl*} Ain't no leash in a beach Dawg, we mops And dustin' off mobs (Uh hun) Is our jobs Heat tucked close He cutthroat (What?) We cut close For real, though JD, how you feel, though Fresh off the plane, n***a, LAX Snoopy, where the weed at (Where the [{*weed*}] at) n***a, you know I'm on deck I'm in a lowrider, stretched out with a bulletproof vest Cause every n***a out west think he Scarface or Elliot Ness Look what the wind, blew in, I'm off that Hen Toss the gin (Toss it) I brought some friends, we hollin' "HARLEM WORLD!" Repeat Chorus Twice