Cali Sun - Masta Killa, Kurupt

Yeah, you know

The problem with most of these niggas nowadays

They ain’t got no respect

See, life ain’t just about all that other shit you lookin' at my nigga

You know, I love it on the Westside

That’s why I pose with the homies, we smoke, drink, raise kids and make this

motherfuckin' money

You hear me?

My killa Cali gangsters a ride for me

Got brothers in the bay that’ll die for me

Got the best weed smoke choke no seeds

Mexicans, crip, blood we all one seed

Shout the game, Snoop, Cypress Hill, B Real and real soldiers

Like Pac I still Feel

So I still ride dirty with the 5th steel

Got Kurupt young gotti with the semi shotty

My brother Power in the Maybach counting big money

The Cali sunshine but it ain’t all sunny

Brothers dieing everyday and I pray for them

Falling soldiers in my heart where I still hold them

I feel I owe them

My brother coming home

On parole looking swoll

Young and old time to get gold so let’s roll

These words that I write and recite is from the soul

Indo weed, extra green

Texture, extra, orange and green

Next to Inspectah Deck it seems

The reala Masta Killa and young gotti

I got to hit New York and push pass the kush hash

Big Snoop and Daz want to push past

Indo weed, and feeling fine

I’mma do this shit as well then again at nine

See, I’m cut from a different cloth

Got it?

Got it?

I’m cut from a different cloth

Bodyguard hard, you niggas are soft

See you niggas ain’t loyal

You don’t know how stay down and play your position

Get a new fitting

Fitting the function, you’s an undercover clown

I was born to push a concrete line

I change lives, I enhance my eyes

I’m Magneto, Magneto, aniyo

The one that can pose the metal at all times

If you look, you find

Close eyes to blind

Look