Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song r - Cali, artist - A$AP Rocky.
Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
r - Cali |
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 |
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 |
They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata |
From New York to San Andreas |
And all around the world |
Going back to Cali |
Yeah, yeah, going back to Cali |
New York to San Andreas |
I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!" |
I'm going back to Cali |
Yeah, yeah, 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 |