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cali livin - sick made hustlers lyrics

[verse 1: pops]
ain’t nothin better than, waking up each day
to the sunshine of southern californ*i*a
the land where you gotta understand how to act
and every man got a plan, oh how to stack pocket fat
hustling be the way each day on the street
but along with getting paid, come a whole lot of heat
smart you gotta be, and heart you gotta have
or you never gonna get them fat pockets over night
ain’t never been one, for chopping up bricks
but the last few years, i learned a couple tricks
bricks go for ten, chop em down and guess what
ball’s a buck fifty, an еighth a zone with no cut
i got with a team, all about money folding
p*doublе r, better known as pimp rollin’
got this cali hustling game on lock
bundy, lil sicko, lil blacky and pops, see we hustling

[chorus]
i love that cali life
it makes me feel alright
we ball all day and night
we live that gangsta life
i love that cali life
it makes me feel alright
we ball all day and night
we live that gangsta life
[verse 2: lil blacky]
i’m a business man, with money hungry hands
these california streets got me hustling with a plan
to take what i got, turn it into a lot
while i drive with the heat under my seat, cause it’s hot
as long as my clientele’s happy, i’m cool
i stay on the grind, never stop making moves
f*ck my juice, f*ck you, f*ck this rapping
it’s just another hustle to keep my chips stacking
it’s lil balcky, get at me pimp
glock in my grip, spinners when i dip uh
palm trees bomb weed in the sunshine
transactions daily, f*ck the one time
i seen it all, i was born to ball
a young man on his own, alone standing tall
another day in the land, where foos don’t play
d*mn i love califor*i*a

[chorus]
i love that cali life
it makes me feel alright
we ball all day and night
we live that gangsta life
i love that cali life
it makes me feel alright
we ball all day and night
we live that gangsta life
[verse 3: lil sicko]
i hit the block, hold glocks, slang rocks and run from cops
on spinners, in a drop, with the top drop
yeah i did it, i mean i’ve done it
what you want from me, sh*t you know i’ll front it
half p’s, qp’s and oz’s
what you need is watch out for the f*e*d’s
in california we get rowdy bout it
f*ck around and get smoked by my shots
see on the streets, there’s always haters and snitches
trying to act like gangsters, but i know that they b*tches
i hit a switch, while the kush i roll up
laugh at your ass, then the “e” i throw up
i’m lil sicko, the kingpin cholo
still strapped up, blowing doe*doe in the low low
i’m a hustler, a thug on the block
sick made hustler, close open up shop
me, buds, blacky, pops sh*t, that’s all i need
f*ck the friendship, we keep it all family
that’s the way i was taught, raised up by big g
thrown up east riva, represent ie

- sick made hustlers lyrics

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