[Intro: Doc Doom] Uh, what? Black Knights, nigga Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea, West Coast Uh-huh, yea, Killa Cal Lifestyle Yea, uh-huh, yea, yea, yea Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea Yea, yea..
[Crisis] The ghetto got us trapped that's why we bust gats Flush crack, fuck raps, blast first, bust back Trust that it's a must that, we regulate Never hesitate, on the paper chase Go all out, hollow-tips until ya fall out Wildly raised, highly praised, addicted to rowdy ways A lot of cold nights and cloudy days Get me set-trippin, wet dippin, Moet sippin When the Tec's spitten, we leave more than sweat drippin On and off, Northern course, blast gats at their horse We usin force, no remorse and niggas slackin on these laws Against the top notch, cream of the crops So keep ya glocks cocked, keep ya spot hot Scorch to pistol-whippin and hit ya fortune
[P Nut] Yo we got somethin for you, hear more of this, fag Hit a nigga with a quick stiff rigormortis jab Knock his eye out his socket, take the chocolate tai out his pocket And Knights watch, now we're real nigga rocket It's a shame, paid all that money for that chain End up slain, Fuckin With the Wrong Nigga, man Black khakis with peanut clang We bang with Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang
[Chorus 5X: Doc Doom (Crisis)] Killa Cal Lifestyle (Killa Cal Lifestyle Where it's hunt or be hunted, drunken, weed blunted Nigga bring it if you really want it)
[Doc Doom] What the fuck, fool? Yo, I'm from the home of the set-trip, where ya man-hood is tested Constantly on some next shit, anybody could catch it Killa Cali warfare, orange hair smoke Fuck and leave hoes broke, Cali ain't no joke There's no hope, niggas gon' slang dope Gang bang and hit licks to get chips, like "Why not risk it all?" Money's the principal, fuck if I slip and fall Fuck it I'm dippin dog, my click and all Will empty out clips on y'all clowns Poppin that bullshit, in Killa Cal we pull quick Let off a round and let 'em know where the fuck they're at We keep it strapped in this Killa Cal habitat Because it's like that
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[Monk] Niggas don't play in Killa Californ-I-A Where I stay, yes bodies lay in the alley way The way of life I live is fucked up That's why I smoke blunts and get drunk In Killa Cal we dip down blocks and let the sounds bump On seventeens, our rocks spin like these Bitch Please, you know you pause when you see the D's Stocked up on the ring-a-lo and six-fo' It's summertime, you know we floss down Crenshaw 4 Sho Sho, we catch ya slippin at the wrong light Your things is my thangs and that's on, Black Knights Live by the code, the rider's code is what I live by If I'm empty, reload and let the slugs fly
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[Holocaust] Eight-cylinder lyrics, fell through, firearm The Warcloud drifts through the sky, a closet full of axes Might kiss a cactus, rob you lick taxes Rats in the bucket, meltin like plastic Microphone theatrics, heavy red boulders Tight rope walkin with owls on my shoulders Bust off eighty-two shots, didn't blink Still straight razors, on the rusty sink Beatles in the blue cheese, stab you with a stop-sign Screws in the gate, that's good, cuz I forgot mine West Coast smog, rise, no regrets today We lunge at you, D's of Compton, another grudge to take Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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