Killa Cali

[Intro: The Game]

"It ain't never motherfuckin' cold enough to rock no mother fucken chinchilla out here nigga and timbos to heavy to run from the fucken police man in my motherfuckin' Converse"

[Chorus]

In killa Cali we don't wear timbos or furs

All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word

Keep a gun on me and I love NY but

It's California till I die one more time

In killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur

All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word

Push that range rover when I'm in NY

But I love the way Impalas drive

[Verse 1: The Game]

I take the fat laces in n out them Converse

I put them hollow tips and a nigga if he Converse

About me and my niggar and how we use to have priors like richer

Yeah I paint that picture

I use to have visions of retiring like jigga

Five albums later acquiring those figures

I'm that nigga if I don't get no bigger

I'm back in the hood lettin the 4-0 flicker

From a brown paper bag 4-0 sipper and push a rock without knowing no clippers

On my nephews life I never met no nigga rich or poor nigga that couldn't make a O bigger

[Chorus]

In killa Cali we don't wear timbos or furs

All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word

Keep a gun on me and I love NY but

It's California till I die one more time

In killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur

All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word

Push that range rover when I'm in NY

But I love the way Impalas drive

[Verse 2: Billboard]

It's just me Chuck and some nigga I'm raised with

First niggers red chucks, New York pavement

Whips and chains like we on that slave shit

Never seen Queens Bridge on that brave shit

Niggas see the grave quick livin the fast life

In cali we burnt out new yorkers mad trif

Tells niggas once so they don't ask twice

Ain't that right Chuck?

I'm a hot non 7 never been out of compton

If it wasn't Game I probably never see Harlem

We goona take jones to the knickers in garden let him fuck a blood bitch in a dirty apartment

Niggers know forvidi on that hard shit

But don't don't know Billboard give em a hard clip

Sometime revolvers no shells no nothin

And I love the east coast but fuck Joe Buddens

[Chorus]

In killa Cali we don't wear timbos or furs

All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word

Keep a gun on me and I love NY but

It's California till I die one more time

In killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur

All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word

Push that range rover when I'm in NY

But I love the way Impalas drive

[Outro: Billboard]

Man it ain't shit like being a Black Wall Street soilder out here in killa kali the west side of Compton you know what Im saying Ice cream trucks bad traffic swap meets sticky green coat club white tees Chuck Tallers nigga dickies it ain't nothin like it killa Cali baby Chuck Taylor and The Billboard, Black Wall Streets finest

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