Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song r - Cali , by - A$AP Rocky. Release date: 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 |