Cali Chronic

Turn it up<br><br>[Huddy Combs]<br>Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out<br>So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out<br>I call in from the pen to try to see what that be `bout<br>Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out<br><br>[Blinky Blink]<br>Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops<br>Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac<br>I`m caked up, dog-tired from Jacob<br>Platinum, reach for it then wake up<br><br>[Huddy]<br>For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger<br>And Lord knows, I`ll lead this nigga<br>Cuz I`m down for whatever <br>Matter of fact, I`m down for the cheddar<br>Try to clown and get yo` ass layed down forever<br><br>[Blink]<br>Niggas hate to see a G come up <br>Young niggas that run up get gun up<br>That`s the real, seen the nigga pass the steel<br>Even wink and yo` ass get killed, All Out<br><br>[Meeno]<br>1 - This is for the know-knotters<br> Six-fo` riders, all them ones are lowriders<br> All weed smokers, Olde E sippers<br> All dead homies, and O.G. nigga`s<br> Throw it up<br><br> This is for the know-knotters<br> Six-fo` riders, all them ones are lowriders<br> Whether blued out or flamed out<br> Mask on, ridin` with them big things out<br> Yay a yayyy<br><br>[Meeno]<br>Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?<br>Touch the untouchable brotha that`s in front of you<br>Harlem USA be the place that I come from<br>Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from<br>Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from<br>Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum<br>It`s hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat<br>Close food shop down, send them across the street<br>My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap<br>Reminiscin` all my homies that I lost on the streets<br>Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D<br>Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G<br>NRB, be the click they claim to be<br>So if worse come to worse, do the same for me<br><br>Repeat 1<br><br>[Loon]<br>Now, we drink Colt `45, tote 45`s<br>Smoke `til we high, loc til` we die<br>Got locked up in Crenshaw<br>Somebody said, `Foo, what you in for?!`<br>Jail mental`, named Wendel<br>Did 15, and got about 10 more<br>Oh, he was silent than braille<br>In `83 was the first with hydraulics <br>Caught his first bid dealin` with narcotics<br>And had Daytons and always kept `em polished <br>You taught me about khakis and Converse<br>And if a foo` try to move then you ball first, feel me?<br>But now I`m stackin` my grip<br>Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist<br>But one time never sleep on it<br>I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it<br><br>Repeat 1 until fade