文本歌词

Survival 1st - C-Bo
Written by：Hal David/Albert Hammond
California's the state where punk niggas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin' a** niggas down to die for the west side
California's the state where all bustas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin'-a** niggas down to die for the west side
It could be the napalm droppin' non stop bombs
Armed like vietnam dominatin' like king kong
Lyrical madness step up take up and start blastin'
Wicked as stephen king when my mental and vocal clashes
Syrran wrap like a boa constrictor wrappin' ya
Up from your feet to your neck ni**a attackin' ya
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up
I only do my dirt at night like dracula
I'm wanted by the feds these niggas they want me dead
Cuz I done spread through their territory like the hiv
Sun down spots suckas swallow glocks
If they know by these rocks I'm pushin' for the blocks
Every corner you past that show will run him up in his a**
Gettin' the cash while mr bad puts down the smash
I dumps quick my clique be so thick
With hi-tech mob sh*t crooked as soviet
California's the state where punk niggas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin' a** niggas down to die for the west side
California's the state where all bustas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin'-a** niggas down to die for the west side
The house on the water independent shippin' quarters
Movin' tapes like k across every border
Takin' over your brain causin' addiction like 'caine
More deadly than a grand shot of h****ne in the vein
Inflict pain on any ni**a that step in my range
Retalliate with hollow tips blast and splatter your brain
So remain calm this sh*t is c-4 bomb
Set trip off your motherf**kin' city like 'nam
Best recognize step up and check eyes
Ain't to many busta-a** niggas from the west side
I do or die for mine livin' life like I'm blind
Solo on a flame line dumpin' hollow tip 9's
Survival first ask questions later
Movin' patterns on your b**ch-a** cuz I heard that you was a hater oh
Who
Can save ya
Defeated your purpose now you caught up in some deep sh*t
Who got the deepest murder clique that's some would sick
This game is way past wicked still I commence to kick it
West side niggas stackin' meal tickets
Surpassin' weak b**ches evadin' snitches and sayin' bomb
Killafornia style when we ride droppin' bombs
Palay palay tommy hilfiger cold can I
Polo jabo guess khakis and levis
Ballers is what they call us too much for the atl
Lexus benz beemer vet vip 112
Might catch me at the platinum sippin' on some hen rolex down
Ride st 400 lex through the town
Clown and you'll catch a hot metal tab up to the chest
Don't make me kill a ni**a out east and head west side
Till I die reason why I stay high
To maintain my composure and attitude when I ride
Don' push me I'm too close to the edge
Might take one to the head
California's the state where punk niggas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin' a** niggas down to die for the west side
California's the state where all bustas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin'-a** niggas down to die for the west side
California's the state where punk niggas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin' a** niggas down to die for the west side
California's the state where all bustas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin'-a** niggas down to die for the west side
It's the season of the sickness marks on my shitlist
Comin' up out the psychadelic bui'ness don't sit in it
When I gets to bustin' I let loose like a mac-10
I'm born and raised a hustler got love for my family f**k friends
Never been disgusted but I just like love it
Wit my streetsweeper put hoes in your bucket
Man I just say f**k it I can't live with society
Now how many niggas in yo clique wanna ride on me
California's the state where punk niggas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin' a** niggas down to die for the west side
California's the state where all bustas die
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes
It's just some ballin'-a** niggas down to die for the west side