[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]