A$AP Rocky, Joey Fatts, A$ton Matthews - r - Cali lyrics

A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York.U.S.

[A$AP Rocky, Joey Fatts, A$ton Matthews - r - Cali lyrics]

Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Oh, yeah oh, wooh!

Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999
I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind
Press rewind, back in time
Before rappers droppin' dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies
With clichés all in they rhymes

Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava (oh)
They serve you to your flocka
If you disrespect that blocka, blocka

Choppas on eavesdroppers
Fuck these choppas, I’m about it
Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa
Yeah, you outer, but I’m hotter
Car jackin', pistol packin'
Mothafuckin' choppers clappin'
Metal jacket, automatic magazines
Head-on traffic
Fenders smashin', windows crashin'
Pants saggin', fuck your fashion
Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan
Back in Cali's where it happen

They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer
Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers
The goons and the goblins (oh)
They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata

From New York to San Andreas
And all around the world going back to Cali
Going back to Cali new York to San Andreas
I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!"
I'm going back to Cali
Going back to Cali (Uh)

Nigga, what’s brackin'? I’m really out here
Boolin' on the West Side
You know what I’m sayin'?
West, you know what I mean?
Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean?
Just bein' careful out here
Lookin' out for the enemies
Cuz, you already know how we get down, cuz
Fuck killin' these, cuz, I’m on the set, cuz
We killin' everything, anything movin'
Shit, I’m shootin' at niggas on the sight
Cuz you already know, yeah
I’ve caught you slippin', y'all can be back
Nigga he ain’t copped that, fuck that, Blood
Niggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz
I had to make that happen with this solo

Maserati, like Atari
With no car keys, push to start it
New Bugatti, two Bugattis
Testarossa, blue Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumpin'
Me no worried Rastafari
This the hardest, supersonic
Systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment
Bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cooler garments
Set my goal up, new accomplish
Shootin' targets, you the target
Movin' targets, new accomplice
Killed the game and still regardless
Beat the charges, do the honors

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