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    Black Knights

    Killa Cal Lifestyle

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    (feat. P.C., P Nut)
    [Intro: Doc Doom]
    Uh, what? Black Knights, nigga
    Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea, West Coast
    Uh-huh, yea, Killa Cal Lifestyle
    Yea, uh-huh, yea, yea, yea
    Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea
    Yea, yea..
    [Crisis]
    The ghetto got us trapped thats why we bust gats
    Flush crack, fuck raps, blast first, bust back
    Trust that its a must that, we regulate
    Never hesitate, on the paper chase
    Go all out, hollow-tips until ya fall out
    Wildly raised, highly praised, addicted to rowdy ways
    A lot of cold nights and cloudy days
    Get me set-trippin, wet dippin, Moet sippin
    When the Tecs spitten, we leave more than sweat drippin
    On and off, Northern course, blast gats at their horse
    We usin force, no remorse and niggas slackin on these laws
    Against the top notch, cream of the crops
    So keep ya glocks cocked, keep ya spot hot
    Scorch to pistol-whippin and hit ya fortune
    [P.C.]
    Yo we got somethin for you, hear more of this, fag
    Hit a nigga with a quick stiff rigormortis jab
    Knock his eye out his socket, take the chocolate tai out his pocket
    And Knights watch, now were real nigga rocket
    Its a shame, paid all that money for that chain
    End up slain, +Fuckin With the Wrong Nigga+, man
    Black khakis with peanut clang
    We bang with Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang
    [Chorus x5: Doc Doom (Crisis)]
    +Killa Cal Lifestyle+ (+Killa Cal Lifestyle+
    Where its hunt or be hunted, drunken, weed blunted
    Nigga bring it if you really want it)
    [Doc Doom]
    What the fuck, fool?
    Yo, Im from the home of the set-trip, where ya man-hood is tested
    Constantly on some next shit, anybody could catch it
    Killa Cali warfare, orange hair smoke
    Fuck and leave hoes broke, Cali aint no joke
    Theres no hope, niggas gon slang dope
    Gang bang and hit licks to get chips, like "Why not risk it all?"
    Moneys the principal, fuck if I slip and fall
    Fuck it Im dippin dog, my click and all
    Will empty out clips on yall clowns
    Poppin that bullshit, in Killa Cal we pull quick
    Let off a round and let em know where the fuck theyre at
    We keep it strapped in this Killa Cal habitat
    Because its like that
    [Chorus x4]
    [Monk]
    Niggas dont play in Killa Californ-I-A
    Where I stay, yes bodies lay in the alley way
    The way of life I live is fucked up
    Thats why I smoke blunts and get drunk
    In Killa Cal we dip down blocks and let the sounds bump
    On seventeens, our rocks spin like these
    Bitch Please, you know you pause when you see the Ds
    Stocked up on the ring-a-lo and six-fo
    Its summertime, you know we floss down Crenshaw
    +4 Sho Sho+, we catch ya slippin at the wrong light
    Your things is my thangs and thats on, Black Knights
    Live by the code, the riders code is what I live by
    If Im empty, reload and let the slugs fly
    [Chorus x4]
    [unknown female singer: x6]
    The life we live is just the life that we live
    [Chorus x4]
    [unknown female singer: x4]
    The life we live is just the life that we live
    [ Killa Cal Lifestyle Lyrics ]
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