California, I'm fine Somebody check my brain California's all right Somebody check my brain Aaaah tears have filled my bones Aaaah years expended gone [Repeat] Check my brain, check my brain
my hands on my first weapon Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11 Ever since that, I fell in love with guns Saved my allowance for a month and
niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like
-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck Chorus (Lloyd Banks) But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks and make my
your homicide Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by, Boogie Nikke's on a night ride Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my
the man... [Krayzie: Im runnin the graveyard shift, Now lemme get down for my crime, gotta go purchase a dime, Smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind
Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my
No more Mr. nice guy No Mr. nice guy I was saying cause you bitches think I'm playin I be smokin so much bud my brains inside my head decayin I was
on chicks with curves We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies [Shawn Wigs] We
m about to pull in the lot Lowered the tunes, pulled the Benz keys out the ignition Brushed the ashes off my blazer then finished my Guinness So then
bitch and break her [King T] But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that
ya scared to shoot a gun for fun You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop My nigga ICE, twice
Have an influence on my brain? I really doubt that shit I think that I was born insane When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns Use a magnifying
Beanie Sigel] We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my mack, and my tech And my vest, just like that For
do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin Twinkies shinin, pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my
sense that hundreds and cents and Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check And a pair of isotoners to rock my
guns, well maybe they'll squeeze / (maybe they'll squeeze) I'm a piano I got 88 keys (88 keys) Mami sniffed it, it went to baby brain (wooo) Road the
