In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Turn it up
Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out
So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout
Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out
Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops
Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob
Platinum, reach for it then wake up
For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger
And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
Cuz I'm down for whatever
Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever
Niggas hate to see a G come up
Young niggas that run up get gun up
That's the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
Even wink and yo' ass get killed, All Out
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you
Harlem USA be the place that I come from
Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat
Close food shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
NRB, be the click they claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
Now, we drink Colt '45, tote 45's
Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die
Got locked up in Crenshaw
Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'
Jail mental', named Wendel
Did 15, and got about 10 more
Oh, he was silent than braille
In '83 was the first with hydraulics
Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics
And had Daytons and always kept 'em polished
You taught me about khakis and Converse
And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my grip
Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time never sleep on it
I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out
So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout
Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out
Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops
Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob
Platinum, reach for it then wake up
For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger
And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
Cuz I'm down for whatever
Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever
Niggas hate to see a G come up
Young niggas that run up get gun up
That's the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
Even wink and yo' ass get killed, All Out
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you
Harlem USA be the place that I come from
Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat
Close food shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
NRB, be the click they claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
Now, we drink Colt '45, tote 45's
Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die
Got locked up in Crenshaw
Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'
Jail mental', named Wendel
Did 15, and got about 10 more
Oh, he was silent than braille
In '83 was the first with hydraulics
Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics
And had Daytons and always kept 'em polished
You taught me about khakis and Converse
And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my grip
Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time never sleep on it
I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
Cali Chronic Lyrics as written by Andre Jamal Hudson Ameen Burns
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections Publishing, BLINKY BLINK MUSIC, Spirit Music Group
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