Testi musica canzoni

ride killafornia
biotch
thugstas playas gangstas ballas pimps thugs
all that old shit
see all that shit
ya know in killafornia

(verse 1)
im hellbound niggas wanna kill me in my sleep in killafornia
where the murderas be ambitious to creep
and leave you 6 feet sleep wit the sharks in the bay
im out the yey wit the backed up shit they talk wit ak's
niggas in l.a. trigga fingas hit g and spray call it the golden state
but niggas be rich of the game u get yo cash on
the crypts n bloods be bangin nigga get yo mash on
g-locks and uzi's be sayin leavin yo brains hangin
dont get caught up in the cross fire cus you'll be dogg meat
loose yo life in the jungle niggas is savages thugged out
and its hard to be humble when niggas ride up gun down yo shit
and leave you tied up money n murder
i pop a shurn stick niggas tend to bring the drama
whena bury yo dick but im hardcore ready to kill shit up in war
wunder what else this muthafuckin state got in story

(Chorus)
so much drama in northern california
(cus killacali is the state wit the drive by's)
sucha scantless state, but i love this place
(thats why i duck when they glide by)
so much drama in southern california
(cus killacali is the state wit the drive by's)
sucha scantless place, and a smile on ur face
(thats why i duck when they glide by)

(Verse 2)
from sacremento to sand diego from compton
to the oakland city loked up and thugged out
killas ready to ride wit me stackin caps
playa pieces rolex's and saggy pants poppin collars
drunk as hell off henessy smokin up grams and ounzes
of purple cush wipe wit a grenade weed or straight up chronic
niggas still out to get paid fuck the world i wanna die high
its sunshine in killacali but still the bullets fly
palm trees and sandy beaches wit niggas they strapped
wit heataz born sayin they ready for drama
thats how they leave us 500's and lexi coupes
niggas roll up wit they troops ballas be flashin loot
if you go jack that nigga be ready to shoot
and bring the pain cus they aint no commin back tah killafornia
fuck wit the wrong niggas they turn n blast on ya
dump executioner style and leave yo ass gonner
still do my dirt all by my muthafuckin own in killafornia

(chorus x1)

(verse 3)
no self defense laws bullet proof vest's is illegal
but u can go to the gun store and purchase yo self
a desert eagle all a my homies is felons so even died
in my face some nigga still ridin around wit a whole
trunk full of yey and still they friends know niggas do dirt
and ride wit they head low indictments and mob style
tactic murder for cash flow cars jail bars gangstars
and ghetto stars niggas dont give a fuck bullet wounds
and stab scars how the playaz n pimps hustlaz and gangstas
wit lips snitches that disapear into thin muthafucking air
hataz be dreamin schemein to catch you slippin
just to get the dip in afta midnight a.k. spittin
see the fire from the barel standin down the block
i got a flock of desert eagles 50 cal shots
cant let these sucka ass niggas put one in my dome
when im sittin at home wit a whole arsenal of my own
in killafornia

(chorus til end)