Above the Law, Kokane - Kalifornia lyrics

"yeah wanna give a shout out to
All my niggas out there in
The West Coast on the West
Coast, yeah, yeah, uhh yo, i got to
Give a shout out to Pomona Got to
Give it out to South Central
Watts, Compton, Long Beach but for now
KMG, won't you spit, spit, spit for 'em"

Motherfuckers don't get mad
Cause Cali's kind of fly
We be the gangsta town
The niggas that like to stay high
The land of big diamonds, y'all
Palm trees, lowriders and movie stars, hey
Where fools be mobbin' we the real original
Where jackin' is an art
Punk niggas get their caps peeled
And the hoes ain't scared to show the body
They wear the fly shit and
Freaks the set party
Give it up and the hoes wearin' baggy shit
They're showin' the world why niggas
Out here pussy whipped
They got niggas goin' to pens
Got niggas stealin' ends
For friends, for foes, for shows and mo' hoes
'Cause it costs a grip to
Live on the West Coast
Ugh, cause we be flossin'
We leave the world a comatose
It's all about the paper here, so here
My dear roll me up a little chronic
'cause LA got the bionic

Cause you got to have heart, to live in Cali
Y'all you got to have the fly
Shit, to live in Cali, y'all
It's gonna cost you a grip, to live in Cali
Y'all see, the hoes be legit, when
You live in Cali, y'all

They say it never rains
In Southern California
That's what they tell me
G's with the big bank, gold wire players
Livin' it up just to be a ho layer
All West Coast Cali funk
We got them runnin' in flocks
Now, Freddie's dead but
His partner superchicken
Got shipped to the dope spot
Ugh, and like KMG
They said them hoes be trippin'
'Cause bitches be settin' a nigga up
When you're all flossin'
Still tossin, yeah, I'm bound to break bread
Wake up in the mornin
Found a motherfuckin' bullet in my head
But, it's alright
If your game's hooked up tight
And in the summer time riders on corners
I wish you all could be Californians
You save up all
Went from slang dope to get a fly ride though
But still funkin' on them
Switches for the bitches
This is how the West ball
They call me Mr flossy
Dollar dollar bill y'all, ugh

"yeah, and that's the West
Coast anthem, Cali style, boy"
"Straight up, straight up yo, yo, homeboy
They don't know, we be like flossin'
Man" "Yo man, let me set it off for them
Let me set it off for them, uh"

It's the first of the month
And I just came up
I'm headed to the shop to put
Some rims on my truck
Yeah, and you know I'm like cold on them hoes
'Cause, I'm rollin' in a black-on-black 4-54
It's time for me to check my connect
So I could be on deck before
Them fiends get their county checks
I left about 11: 15
I spotted this fly fly cutie
In some Karl Kani jeans
And you know, I'm on them gold ones
So, here she come, here she come
Here she motherfuckin' kitty come
Ah shit, it's Sabrina from Covina
I hope she don't remember that
I tossed her cousin Tina
Uh, she probably don't care anyway
'Cause bitches up in Cali got game for days
She needed a ride to the mall, I said stall
I got shit to do
I ain't got no time to be fuckin' with you
Ugh, and plus, do I look like a cab?'
Turn the Alpine up, then I stab
It was hot like a motherfucker
Headed to the store
Saw a couple little homies kickin'
It at the front door
They said: 'Yo, hook us up, man'
Bought them a 40, for me I got a tall can
I said peace, don't be trippin'
Little comrades
But, I should be worried 'bout my own ass

Yeah, 'cause we're on hit to
Bring you the fly shit
To make you feel pressure
Cause Cali can test ya
Comrades still hangin'
My niggas still bangin'
And there's a whole lot of
Niggas still movin' yay'n

Because it's highly compatible to come up
You got to have heart and you got
To have a lot of luck
So if I hear you sayin' Cali' ain't shit
Yo, you probably visited the Valley
Little bitch