Killafornia
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit
Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five places to get done
Send out your invitation
To the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)
Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be bawling
But I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
Then I hustle, and flex my muscle

Yeah, man, I've been out here
running game for eight years
I know I'm getting tired of standing
on this corner
Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels
and all that shit, if I got to take it
from a nigga
Shit, let him run for me then
I can work for myself, don't have to
work for nobody, I'll be my own hustler

Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the Glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block
Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
I think I'm gonna bust
You can't handle us, devious, dangerous
Criminal mentality, insanity
I move weight, from state to state
All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?

Damn, what's up, I see you
pushing that big time weight
I told you, I wasn't bullshitting
You coming up, alright!
When I seen you three or four
months ago I told you
Got respect for a man now
Handle your shit!

Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on trees
Who can I trust?, who can you trust?
Not that shady motherfucker in the city Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man came up a little bit
It feels good having money in the pocket
Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
Yeah, kick that shit to the curb
But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
'cause niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigga
Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
You get set up back, 'cause we ain't having that bullshit
I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying




Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
Let's get the fuck out of here"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cypress Hill's song "Killafornia" paint a vivid picture of a world in which trust is in short supply, and everyone is out for themselves. The singer is a hustler who has been running game for eight years and is tired of standing on the corner. He dreams of a luxurious life with a fat pad, a fly-ass pool, and the finest bitches and jewels. However, in the city of Los Scandalous, where shady motherfuckers abound, he knows that he must rely on his own cunning and ruthlessness to survive.


The refrain of the song, "Who can I trust?", echoes throughout the verses, underscoring the central theme of the lyrics. The singer is surrounded by jealous, envious fools who want to rush him and take his money. He has peeps that play for keeps and is not afraid to lay an ass down to sleep. He hustles and flexes his muscle, pulling strings like Don King, and stacking chips in Killafornia.


The lyrics to "Killafornia" provide a window into the harsh realities of life in the inner city, where every day is a battle for survival. At its core, the song is a testament to the resilience and resourcefulness of those who live on the margins of society, hustling to make ends meet.


Line by Line Meaning

Living in the city of the Scandalous
Residing in a town full of deceitful individuals


Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers
The people around me, even those I am related to, are dishonest and untrustworthy


So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
The only person I can rely on is myself


Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!
Others desire what I have achieved and they can die trying to take it from me


Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
People with envy and jealousy are trying to ruin my success


Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit
I am the crazy and fierce man with the money


Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone
People should get their own wealth instead of trying to take what I've earned


Forty-five places to get done
There are many options for getting business done


Send out your invitation
Invite people to participate in your business


To the party of your elimination
Invite them to their own demise


I got peeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)
I have reliable associates who are willing to do anything to succeed


Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
I am putting you out of commission


But every hustler wants to be bawling
Every entrepreneur wants to be wealthy


But I got the balls for the shot calling
I am not afraid to make bold decisions


I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
I have control and power, and that is only in America


Then I hustle, and flex my muscle
I work hard and show off my success


Yeah, man, I've been out here
I have been working hard in this life


running game for eight years
I have been in business for eight years


I know I'm getting tired of standing
I am weary of waiting and standing still in life


on this corner
In this same place without progress


Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
I desire a nice house with a fancy pool


Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels
I want the best women and jewelry


and all that shit, if I got to take it
I'll do whatever it takes to have those things


from a nigga
Even if it means taking them from someone else


Shit, let him run for me then
He should work for me instead


I can work for myself, don't have to
I can be self-employed without the need to


work for nobody, I'll be my own hustler
Work for myself and create my own success


Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Where is a good place to find success?


Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
California is a good place to make money, and I have plenty of firearms


Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the Glock
I am always armed and prepared for anything


Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block
I have a powerful gun and am willing to use it


Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
Who is trustworthy in this world?


I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
I'm not sure, but if you come near me


I think I'm gonna bust
I might have to use my weapon


You can't handle us, devious, dangerous
You can't handle us, we are shady and a threat


Criminal mentality, insanity
We are criminals and insane


I move weight, from state to state
I transport drugs from one state to another


All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?
Do you also understand what it's like to move drugs?


Damn, what's up, I see you
Hello, I notice you


pushing that big time weight
Moving a lot of drugs


I told you, I wasn't bullshitting
I told you the truth, not lies


You coming up, alright!
You are making good progress


When I seen you three or four
When I saw you a few


months ago I told you
Months earlier I warned you


Got respect for a man now
I respect you now


Handle your shit!
Take control of your business


In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Doing illegal activities all night in the alley


Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
I prefer drug dealing over working at McDonald's


In the QP's, puffing on trees
Smoking marijuana in large quantities


Not that shady motherfucker in the city Los Scandalous
Don't trust anyone in the deceitful Los Scandalous city


Well, well, little man came up a little bit
You've made some progress, even if just a little


It feels good having money in the pocket
It's nice to have some cash


Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
Regular jobs are not worth it, correct?


Yeah, kick that shit to the curb
Yes, throw it away and do something else


But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
However, you need to be careful of the untrustworthy people


'cause niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
Because people are more deceitful than you can imagine


Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
However, we are also a threat to others


You know what I'm saying
Do you understand what I'm trying to say?


I'm just as shisty as a nigga
I am just as sleazy as anyone else


Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
If someone tries to cheat me, they could be killed


You get set up back, 'cause we ain't having that bullshit
If someone tries to cheat us, they will be retaliated against


I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
We have each other's support, that's a given


Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
We will continue to succeed, there is no limit


Let's get the fuck out of here
Let's leave this place




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE

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