Ya Boy - Cali n***az lyrics

[Intro: The Game] From California Born in Seminole Hospital n***a November 29, 1979 On some G sh** My moms ain't scream or nothing And I ain't never cried n***a [Verse 1: The Game] Motherf**er I'm from Compton, the hub city I brought some thugs with me That'll set up shop and get rid of d** quickly Drive Cutla** Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky Love 2Pac to d**h and still bump Biggie Welcome to the west side Where them Tec's fly Dope boys drive them S5's Come smoke and get the best high Who the f** said the west died You dead, this the left side I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali n***as] Deal n***as, then smoking aces f**ing with my [Cali n***as] Leave them with poker faces Red rag, pull it down so they know it's Jayceon Riding down Wilshire 07 Charger, K&M Filter High speed burning it up for my [Cali n***as] My life real like it was directed by Hype Williams I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling The more gang banging, the more k**ing The more drug dealing The more cap peeling We all [Cali n***as] [Verse 2: Ya Boy] Ay, From Frisco Never rode a 6-4 They might ghost ride, ghost ride But Ya Boy is low pro Stay on the low though Black Tims, Lacross polo Black peekhole Long nose 4-4 Ya never got your hands dirty I'm outside with the grams early Puffing life by the gram heard me How's a bird Grinding the curb And if I get caught put me in a cell with my [Cali n***as] On the block, busting shots with my Cali n***as f**ing with them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali n***as] We run deep, hit Compton and rally n***as Hurricane Game, line them up, let me tally n***as Trouble makers Call them big guns, rumble makers Let the thunderquake 'em introduce them to the undertaker Palm trees Big sun with the calm breeze You can call me one of the re, realest [Cali n***as] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Yes, Southern Cali Home of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally's Far from Vegas, but Sin City Ab-Soul, put me on it, chronic in the air Catch the vapors House parties, hungover through morning, see thats a [Cali n***a] You see I'm from the murderous blocks Compton, California where you'd rather get caught with your gun on you See it's as hot as a sauna And in the winter time, n***as don't walk out without kissing they momma Life of a [Cali n***a] Hip-hop trying to take the life of us [Cali n***as] Don't call them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly n***as But we gon get them and we k** em, address them as some Hally n***as Never the more they say they ain't feeling these [Cali n***as] When ya'll was ditching cla** over these hoes man I was at Centennial catching fades over dice games That's one years ago, 350 days 350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot [Cali n***a] I am a good dude to work with Destroy your life or destroy these rap verses Life's a b**h So I buy whatever she wants, and hope heaven can be my reimbursement Milk the game until I see her on the couch roaming this earth surface At first I was parched, but now I'm the thirstiest Dehydrated Hungry, frustrated One of the greatest [Cali n***as] [Verse 4: Dubb] Hey, Hey Hey, Hey I'm on the Wall Street like a stock broker Then I'm back to the hood where they pop toasters Every n***a screaming war, they is not soldiers Selling crack in the hood with my [Cali n***as] Look, I'm sh**ting on everything moving This on my chain ain't a label it's a movement f** with caps, it's a nail in the coffin Look, I shoot arms like h**n addicts Look, a hater sh** get drastic You my son, they k** me, you end up a ba*tard. ha I got the internet going nuts b**hes hitting me on myspace say they want to s** him up You want beef? What the f** is up? If so when we meet, I got heat for these [Cali n***as] When I spit, the realest will feel something That's why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling When you sh** on the drop my sh** pumping A spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in Me and Hurricane riding in an S5 Snatch a n***a up, take him for a test drive Tie the n***a up, show him how the west ride South Central LA, I'm a [Cali n***a] Where the best was born Make sure your vest is worn Cause n***a's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn n***a's will split ya deck, then pull your card Just try to act hard on the boulevard You know it's me in the coupe when I'm speeding through The fiend's say I whip colt like a vehicle It's three birds, a b**h, brick, and four fifth With them three, I take over the whole strip No sh** The skinny n***a is no b**h Know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali n***as] [Verse 5: Jay-Rock] Crusing through my hood to see whats good My block considered d**h Row but we ain't never signed to Suge California, I got my heart in it Disrespect, get ya shot, like I'm bartending Me and Game we blood brothers with different pops He the seed of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts Hubbing a dub Slugging a snub Busting at any motherf**er who be f**ing with us This is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A., Gangbang capital, crackhouses, yellow tape Riding through the city streets Cannon right under my seat Chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef? Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate Keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate South Central LA n***a it's the place to be In my house, counting big money is the place for me Blow good dro, and ride G rides Gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine Chuck Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits Black & Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut k**a Kali, f** scrapping we clap you fool f** the talk, bring your gat, we're blasting two's From the block to the booth I'm the realest Jay-Rock n***a and I do it for my [Cali n***as] [Verse 6: Topic] Who the f** want to snatch you from me? And I don't chase b**hes n***a I chase after money Cannibal hungry Trying to eat till my belly bust I'm Cali raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us? It's boss' life n***a I put it down like I'm dropping the habit Smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce than a rabbit Got to have it like a crack fiend Counting big face hundreds till my thumbs green Interested in major money and power moves Interfere and get em wet up like a shower do That's how we do Street sweep you when we ride up on ya I represent that West Covina, California Sixty-six hit more licks than a tootsie roll Give me a mic, a bad b**h, and I'm good to go Slow flow Game cold like a eskimo T.K.O. dawg I think they better let it go Lyrical arsenal I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up} I can't Game, my game to tight I'm out of sight like Haley's Comet Throw up my set, boss' life, like I'm sick and vomit Bow down to the realest, n***a pay your homage In the city of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West And I'ma stay clutching, busting the trigger Talk that sh**, f** around and get ride by us [Cali n***as] [Verse 7: Eastwood] Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on white walls Big body, the same color as Lysol Hit the block up, if an enemy turn the lights off And pull up on the fake a** n***a to turn his life off Block out!, Block out! Busting, watch the bike fall I told em about them self-self made n***as, we ain't like y'all We on some other ish My goons will smother sh** From my Piru n***as down to them Eastside Crips I thug like everyday's my last, ask Jesus He never missed the beat of my heart, and won't neither A true leader In the Ferrari two-seater Slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up I'm knocking doors down When I come around Better have a n***a cheesey, everybody face down I represent the city, the home of the Lakers Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Cali n***a