Harlem World

Harlem World - Cali Chronic lyrics

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[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
 Cuz 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
 Cuz I'm down for whatever
 Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
 Try to clown and get your ass layed down forever
 [Blink]
 Niggas hate to see a G come up (yeah)
 Young niggas that run up get gun up
 That's for real, seen the nigga pass the still
 Even wink, your ass get killed, All Out
 [Meeno]
 1 - This is for the no-nada's
 6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders
 All weed smokers, whole weed sippa's
 All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
 Throw it up
 This is for the no-nada's
 6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders
 Whether blewed 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 I've gotta eat
 Close food shop down, send them across the street
 My force overheat cuz this cost is cheap
 Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
 Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
 Pull some nigga out and throw it up for a G
 NBR, be the click that claim to be
 So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
 Repeat 1
 [Loon]
 Now, we drink Colt '45, toke 45's
 Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die
 Got locked up in Crenshaw
 Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'
 Gentleman's hoe, bang window
 Did 15, and got about 10 more
 Oh, he was solid than Dembrahlie
 And Eddie 3 was the first with I hydraulics
 Bought his first big dinner with narcotics
 And had a day, engine noise kept unpolished
 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
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Language: English

Appearing on: The Movement (1999)

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