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Текст песни Sly Boogy f 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, Crooked - Kalifornia (Remix) 12``

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Typed by: JamaalBigCat@aol.com *[Woman + man talking]Welcome to CaliforniaRemix! Remix! Remix! Remix! Remix![Mack 10 talking]Uh, West Coast, Mack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homiesLook..[Verse 1: Mack 10]See I was raised at the gutterAnd no matter what happened I got that raw cane & waterI ain`t dependin` on rappin`And I ain`t wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin`I grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start slappin`And I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on itGettin` that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it?Mack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shineAnd most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine[Verse 2: Jayo Felony]Man, I`m quick to tell a killer that I`m iller than he isSee, and I`m a G since it`s me and my peeps, pleaseLook I`m the quickest no stitches, hit switchesAnd I love these witches that be gobblin` snobbishnessWe takin` wrist watches, we be plottin` on change mainWhy did I hit you up? Homie this is the gang thangCan`t hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutanSly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN![Verse 3: Sly Boogy]Right, alright, hold up, trip (ha ha!)Me and my niggaz came to blow up shit (yeeah)And show these niggaz how to flow that spit (yeeah)And quit actin` like some hoe-ass tricks (Sly Boogy!)Fool, you know who the hell it is (yeeah)I`m clickin` up wit all my cousins and relativesAnd you could roll wit us and rep yo` blockAnd we could show these motherfuckers how the West Coast rock!So come on[Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy)Everybody all around the world (yeah)All the little baby boys and girls (alright)Can`t sleep cause they wanna know what`s goin` on in California!All the seeds all across the globePeople comin` from coast to coastFor the show cause they wanna know what`s goin` on in California![Verse 4: E-40]Talk to me, I talk back, ain`t no need to explainY`all know my nameY`all know who this is rappin` over this steel trapY`all know it`s the man wit the slangUse no pedal when pushin` that caneEverything that I ever sold in the street it was top gradeMagazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venomEvery rapper got a little E-40 up in emEvery rapper off the heezy fo` sheezyI thought you plot em wit Jigga downFor shit got down[Verse 5: Kurupt]Switches, bitches, chrome deep dishesImpalas, pop collars and pop collar bonesIt`s California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on yaCologne, you CaliforniaI`m Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truckNot to give a fuck, Kurupt86 gang bang, World War IIIThunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical AliCalifornia nigga![Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy)[Verse 6: Crooked I]The women hop in the whipThey love the way the speakers be subbin` in eight placesI represent Cali like Governor Gray DavisOn roller coaster rims, I own my own company palI`m slangin` spinners, how you lovin` me nowIn L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior highHe`s Sly, I`m Crooked I and we ride - you know?!And I`m Death Row, heartless and lethalYou seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequelYeeah[Verse 7: Roscoe]Blaze up the sticky dro, raise up the `64Sittin` low at the liquor storeHe`s better than generous, inconsiderateOn a shwe wit a cigaretteYou know that nigga Young Roscoe rollin` in the Cadillacrag on these (on these)I got my Khakillac (Khakis) saggin` wit the creaseAnd everybody wanna know like, "what`s up wit Sco?"It`s Y.A. Killafornia![Verse 8: 2Pac]Know for doin` scandalous deeds, no handlin` meAnd nah it ain`t the drugs, it`s the straight thug nigga in meI swoop down and cause havocMy rapid delivery is automatic, lettin` niggaz have itI been labelled as a thug niggaSince they don`t sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealersAnd catch a, catch a nigga worldwideA fucking Mob Figga, West Coast who ride![Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy)[Woman + man talking]We hope you have enjoyed your stay (stay, stay)Think about this stuff (think about this stuff)

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