Above The Law - Kalifornia lyrics

(feat. Kokane) [Intro: Cold 187] Yeah... want to give a shout out to all my n***as out there In the westcoast... on the westcoast... Yeah... yeah... uhh... Yo... I got to give a shout out to pomona... Got to give it in south central, watts, compton, long beach But for now... KMG won't you spit... spit... spit... for em [Verse 1: KMG] Mothaf**as don't get mad Cause calis kinda fly We be the gangsta town The n***as that like to stay high The land of big diamonds ya'll Palm trees lowriders and moviestars Where fools be mobbin with the real Original where jackin is an art Punk n***as get they caps pilled And the hoes ain't scared to show they bodies They wear the fly sh** and freaks the set parties Gave it up and the hoes wearin baggy sh** They the world why n***as got'em p**y whip They got n***as goin to pins got n***as stealin [? ] For friends for foes for shows and more hoes Cause it costs a grip to live on the westcoast Cause we be flossin We leave the world a commadose It's all about the paper here So hear my dear So roll me up a little chronic Cause LA got the byonic [Chorus:] See ya got to have hot To live in cali ya'll You got to have the fly sh** To live in cali ya'll It's gonna cost you a grip To live in cali ya'll Ya see the hoes be legit When you live in cali ya'll [Verse 2: Kokane] They say it never rains in southern california That's what they tell me G's with the big bank [? ] why you play us Livin it up just to be a hoe player All westcoast californ We got them runnin in flocks Now freddies dead But the [? ] super chicken Got you hit to the dope spot And like KMG They said them hoes be trippin Cause b**hes be settin a n***a up When you off flossin Still tossin Yeah I'm bout to make bread Wake up in the mornin Found a mothaf**in bullet in my head But it's alright If yo games hook up tight And in the summer time Riders on corners I wish you all can be california Ya save up all Went from slang dope To get a fly ride [? ] Still funkin on them switches for the b**hes This is off the west all They call me Mr flossy Dolla dolla bill ya'll [Chorus] [Cold 187 talking] (KMG background) Yeah... And that's the westcoast anthem cali style boy (straight up straight up) Yo yo... (the [? ] we be like flossin main) Yo you want me to set it off... let me set it off for them... uhh [Verse 3: Cold 187] It's the first of the mouth And I just came up I'm headin to the shop to put some rims on my truck Yeah... and you know I'm like cold on them hoes Cause I'm rollin in a black on black 4 54 It's time for me to check my connect So I could be on deck Before them fiens get they county checks I left about 11:15 I spotted this fly fly cutey In some [? ] And you know I'm on them gold ones So here she come... here she come... Here she mothaf**in kitty come All sh** it's Sabrina from cavina I hope she don't remember that I toss her cousin tina Uhh... she probably care anyway Cause b**hes up in cali got game for days She needed I ride to the mail I said stall I got sh** to do I ain't got no time to be f**in with you Uhh... and plus do I look like a cab Turn the alpine up then I slam It was hot like a mothaf**a Headed to the store Saw a couple little homies kickin it at the front door They say yo... hook us up main Bought em a 40 For me I got a tall can I said peace Don't be trippin little comrades But the sh** be [? ] bout my own [? ] [KMG:] Yeah... cause we O hit To bring you the fly sh** To make you feel pressure Cause cali could test ya Comrades still bangin My n***as still bangin And there's a whole lot of n***as still movin yayin [Cold 187:] Because it's highly compatible to come up Ya got to have hard ache Ya got to have a lot of luck So if I hear you sayin cali ain't sh** Yo... you probably visited the valley little b**h...