Текст песни Cali Kings f Likwit Crew Allstars - Cali Kings Mixtape Volume 1
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"The first up on the mic, is my homeboy Xzibit *echoes*"Verse one: XzibitIf it wasn`t for the WestThese rap niggaz wouldn`t need a vest around they chestKeeping bustin about, where you at? and what you owe, and what you drive?So the day some niggaz come for you I`m really not surprisedMr. Black Bruce WillisPlease don`t kill usI show mercy like KevorkianLike a scorpionI sting you from behind and put it in youMeet me at the venue, put you on the spot to put you on the menuIts the MC, I be the one that keeps the bitches hotXzibit living life, like a ball inside a ?riders slot?Dripping everything cause you ain`t even got a dime to dropGo ahead and call the cops; you ain`t did nothingJerry Spring you out the studio, me and Suge Knight into the parking lotNiggaz ain`t ready for all the shit I`ve gotLook at yourself crushing Xzibit with your tough talkThat`s like Christopher Reeves doing a Crip walkChorus:Cali Kings is fresh out the boxYeah, straight up, night on the rocks*repeat*Verse two: LikwitKnock your songsIs defendin minor foesEvery squeeze I let a minute?To freeze and stay cold?I prepare to blast hoesCause they say these flows is lethalI`m peepin through my peepholeThey sneekin up on me thoughRico got a pistol, NASA got a missileLikwit got too drunk so now the party is officialI bounce until the end and still set it with bad creditGot a wack-ass record deal but I signed before I read itBut don`t regret it, everything is so patheticWhen the water`s gettin deep you can drown or you can tread itI battle with finesse, like my niggaz giving questIn these ??? we got props, we taking lessSo, don`t touch that stereoOr your people will becoming to your burry, yoThe ever sorry yo can blast, I`m here to blow it through the roofI snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes*Chorus 2XVerse three: Baka BoyYo its the ?? with Baka Boys, rings and Cali KingsI`ve never been the one for police but like singEvery breath you take and every move I makeShot heard around the world from the Golden StateI`m off the ringer with mine, your Jerry Springer with yoursYour gettin missed like a bitch and I can keep out your jawYou hold your mop and run shopBefore I known to blow spotsBaka Boys ain`t no choice so blastin on your blockI hold it down in the crowd for Cali KingsAnd John P. and no P, no Sing-SingLaser tape, my name shall be ?regularly great?I buy no plate, green trees roll, into lock and gateB-A-K-A-B-O-YWho would believe Baka Boys with the four eyes?And like Primo and Guru You Know My SteezBig shot to the city in the valley, Cali KingsLikwit Crew coming through I pay dueCali Kings, Cali KingsChorus 2X