(Intro):
k**a-forni-A
Biaaatch !!
Hustlers,players,gangstas,ballers,pimps,players
All of those sh**, I see all that sh**
You know, k**erfornia
Blooow !!
Bloooooow !!
(Verse 1):
I'm hell-bound
n***as wanna k** me in my sleep in k**erfornia
Where the murderers be ambitious to creep
And leave you six feet
Sleep with the sharks in the Bay
I'm out the yea where they back up sh** they talk with AK's
n***as in L.A. trigger fingers itchy to spray
Call it the golden state
But n***as be rich off the game
You get your cash on the Crips and Bloods be bangin'
n***a get your mash on dre-lock them Uzi we sayin'
Leavin your brains hangin'
You'll get caught up in the cross fire
Cause you'll be dog meat
Lose your life in the jungle
n***as is savages
Thugged out and it's hard to be humble
When n***as ride up gaffle your sh**
And then leave you tired up
Money and murder I pop a sherm stick
n***as tend to bring the drama
When I bury your dick
But I'm hardcore
Ready to k** sh** up and war
Wonder what else this motherf**in' state got in store
(Chorus)
So much drama in northern california
*cause k**a kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
*that's why I duck when they fly by*
So much drama in southern california
*cause k**a kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous place had ya smilin' your face
*that's why I duck when they fly by*
(Verse 2):
From Sacramento to San Diego
From Compton to the Oakland city
Loc'ed up and thugged out
k**er's ready to ride with me
Stackin caps player pieces
Rolexes and saggy pants
Poppin' collars drunk as hell off hennesey
Smokin' up Grams as ounces
The [????]
Weed or straight up chronic (chronic)
n***as still out to get paid
f** the world I wanna die high
It's sunshine in k**a kali
But still the bullets fly
Palm trees and sandy beaches
But n***as stay strapped with heaters
Born sinnin' and ready for drama that's how they leave us
500's and Lexi coupes
n***as roll up with they troops
Ballers be flashin' loot (flashin' loot)
If you gon jack that n***a be ready to shoot
And bring the pain (pain)
Cause it ain't no comin' back in k**erfornia
f** with the wrong n***as they turn and blast on ya
Dump executional style and leave your a** goner
Still do my dirt all by my motherf**in' lone in k**erfornia
Chorus
(Verse 3):
No self-defense laws
Bullet proof vests is illegal
But you can go to the gun sto'
And purchase yourself a desert eagle
All of my homies is felons
Some even died in my face
Some n***as still ridin' around
With a whole trunk full of yea
Frisco to Fresno n***as do dirt
And ride with their head low
Indictments on mobstyle tactic murder for cash flow
Cause jail bars
Gangstas and ghetto stars
n***as don't give a f**
Bullet wounds and stab scars
Hell of players and pimps
Hustlers and gangstas with limps
Snitches that disappeared into thin motherf**in' air
Haters be dreamin'
Schemin to catch ya slippin'
Just to get to dippin' after midnight AK's spittin'
See the fire from the barrel
Standin' down the block I got a flock
Of desert eagle fifty cal.(iber) shots
Can't let these s**a a** n***as put one in my dome
When I'm sittin' at home with a whole arsenal of my own
In k**erfornia
Chorus