[Incomprehensible], killerfornia, biatch Hustlers, players, gangstas, ballers, pimps, players All of those shit, I see all that shit You know, killerfornia
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did Coming up as a a young kid Trying to get rid of all
your dreams came true so knock on wood and cross your fingers and count your blessings it might be you So what would you do if you wake tomorrow All your
savage bein a G ain't no easy thing cause you could fuck around get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and
your death Lick your lips and see what fruit bears It's your mouth, it's your throat, it's your belly What's it to me, you seem happy To blindly toss those
. Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your
a savage bein a G ain't no easy thing cause you could fuck around get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and
off. Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your
give you more But now you're heading better seasons And your mom she's watching you From above with fingers crossed for everything you do So you're back on your
start to finish A competition where many win and many more get deminished A selected few cross through, a checkered flag for the first of 'em Those who
luck? Watching for the double-cross I always knew I wouldn't escape without a scratch Felt my feet on solid ground Until I saw those fingers Your fingers Were crossed behind your
schemes for the night prowl Out to eliminate those who live foul Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl Creep stalking, we, coughing, burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep
em, fuck em When they wanna rumble They all crumble enemies all get dropped just like a fumble Those that got my back know what I'm all about The West