Cali Sun

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, crypt, 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
 In the 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
 In the 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