[Hook:] 

"Y'all know the rules" 



[Verse 1:] 

California critical shit 12" inch 

One strip so they eat up your whole compact disc 

Los Angeles 

Take they terrorists 

Blond wave black fist incredible lyricist 

In a never endin' quest to get rich 

I hold a grip with time to breathe 

More tricks up my sleeve than about forty thieves 

With forty _ in a weed spot runnin' they tree 

All money to me the 360 degree 

Now we max and relax like cool breeze 

But they all fucked up in the street 

Avoidin' front page fame so I'm holdin' my heat 

So low key that none of you niggas is knowin' me 

In '98 I only see weed 

Only we hopin' Allah see me 

And only be left bless my family tree 

Until 2000 but fuck school like '83 

Off Hennessy for all enemy 

Lovin' dollars like all you gangstas love Impalas 

Never put a bitch before your momma 

Stay tuned 

For the love hella right to 12 jewels 

Nigga you know the rules 



[Hook]