Cali Chronic Lyrics - Mase

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 

'cause 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 

'cause I'm down for whatever 

Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar 

Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever 

[blink] 

Niggas hate to see a g come up 

Young niggas that run up get gun up 

That's the real, seen the nigga pass the steel 

Even wink and yo' ass get killed, all out 

[meeno] 

1 - this is for the know-knotters 

Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders 

All weed smokers, olde e sippers 

All dead homies, and o.g. nigga's 

Throw it up 

This is for the know-knotters 

Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders 

Whether blued 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 out gotta eat 

Close food shop down, send them across 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 1 

[loon] 

Now, we drink colt '45, tote 45's 

Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die 

Got locked up in crenshaw 

Somebody said, 'foo, what you in for? !' 

Jail mental', named wendel 

Did 15, and got about 10 more 

Oh, he was silent than braille 

In '83 was the first with hydraulics 

Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics 

And had daytons and always kept 'em polished 

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