The Game - k**a Kali lyrics
(Intro) "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" (Chorus) In k**a kali we don't wear timbos or furs All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what’s 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) 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***a And how we use to have priors like richer yeah I paint that picture I use to have visions of retiring like jigga sponsored links 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 (Chorus) In k**a kali we don't wear timbos or furs All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what’s 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) It's just me chuck and some n***a I'm raised with First n***as 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***as 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 Budden