The Game - k**a Cali lyrics

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The Game - k**a Cali lyrics

Game "It ain't never mother f**en cold enough to rock no mother f**en chinchilla out here n***a and timbos to heavy to run from the f**en police man in my mother f**en converse" (Hook) In k**a kali we don't wear timbos or furs All stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word Keep a gun on me and I love NY but It's California till I die one more time In k**a kali we don't rock timbos or fur All stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word Push that range rover when I'm in NY But I love the way Impalas drive (verse 1) I take the fat laces in n out them converse I put them hollow tips and a n***a if he converse About me and my n***ar and how we use to have priors like richer Yeah I paint that picture I use to have visions of retiring like jigga Five albums later acquiring those figures I'm that n***a if I don't get no bigger I'm back in the hood lettin the 4 0 flicker From a brown paper bag 4 0 sipper and push a rock without knowing no clippers On my nephews life I never met no n***a rich or poor n***a that couldn't make a O bigger (Hook) In k**a kali we don't wear timbos or furs All stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word Keep a gun on me and I love NY but It's California till I die one more time In k**a kali we don't rock timbos or fur All stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word Push that range rover when I'm in NY But I love the way Impalas drive Billboard (verse 2) It's just me chuck and some n***a I'm raised with First n******gs red chucks new york pavement Whips and chains like we on that slave sh** Never seen queens bridge on that brave sh** n***as see the grave quick livin the fast life In cali we burnt out new yorkers mad trif Tells n***as once so they don't ask twice Ain't that right chuck? I'm a hot non 7 never been out of compton If it wasn't game I probably never see harlem We goona take jones to the knickers in garden let him f** a blood b**h in a dirty apartment n******gs know forvidi on that hard sh** But don't don't know billboard give em a hard clip Sometime revolvers no shells no nothin And I love the east cost but f** joe buddens (Hook) In k**a kali we don't wear timbos or furs All stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word Keep a gun on me and I love NY but It's California till I die one more time In k**a kali we don't rock timbos or fur All stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word Push that range rover when I'm in NY But I love the way Impalas drive Billboard(Outro) Man it ain't sh** like being a black wall street soilder out here in k**a kali the west side of compton you know what Im saying Ice cream trucks bad traffic swap meets sticky green coat club white tees chuck tallers n***a dickies it ain't nothin like it k**a kali baby chuck taylor and the billboard black wall streets finest Blah

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