Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kali, artist - DroopyDate of issue: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kali |
| Yeah, hehe |
| Bow wow wow |
| Mr. Shadow and my diggidy dawg Droopy |
| Check it |
| To all my bald headed criminals breaking the penal codes |
| Rollin' hella deep, when we creep in them Lo-Lo's |
| Locos, jotos, cholos and my niggas |
| Don’t be pulling triggers because we all about the figures |
| Figure than the ocean and we know for brawls |
| In Southern California where the domes are bawl |
| And then you can call who you want |
| But there ain’t no stoppin' this |
| Because I’m coming from the sick |
| One nina through the mix |
| It’s the Mistah, the one fucking your sister |
| Humping in your sister, I kissed her after I was in her |
| Whisper let these bustas know what Beyond is all about |
| From San Diego to Los Angeles we put it down |
| We put it out because we the sickest around |
| The fool just gave me a doubt |
| And if it was she she’d be down |
| Its time to money make’s the clout |
| And staying alive and I’m recognized World-Wide |
| Cause its Diego till I die homey |
| If you ain’t from the West |
| Then you best wear a vest |
| (WHY?) |
| So you get a hole up in your chest |
| Every body know… that Cali’s where it’s at |
| With all the bombs and all the bomb Buddah’s at |
| Fresh out without a doubt |
| Packed on the scenes, scoping California out |
| The Southern route, where we bounce, rock, skates |
| And it pays, see you playing checkmate |
| On all those who wanna player hate |
| I be that G representa, so cal centa |
| All the g’s smoking the blunt smoke grinner, the winner |
| I’ll be the lokest when you meet Catey? |
| Like the heat, have you fryin' a whole fuckin' sheet in the streets |
| Bald-headed, baggy clothes, on the 6−4's |
| Barbecues, drinking 4−0's, tally hoe |
| You know how it’s done in the city |
| The sun flows control, Mr. Shadow number 1 |
| Here we come, Diego boys, real McCoy’s, bring joy |
| To the women who like sex toys |
| No choice but to voice my opinion |
| Gangsters how I’m dealin', like a felon how’s I’m feelin |
| I can feel love that you sticked in my brain |
| I’m feelin' loked, I provoke everyone around me |
| They’re going choked |
| It’s me and my dawg D-R-double-0-P-Y |
| From the S.D. |
| side, rolling in a g ride |
| In killer Cali, home of vandals and law breakers |
| 3 strike and fellas, big g’s and life takers |
| From the sickest for the pety minded little slangers |
| We go to Q P to L B then real bangers |
| ?? |
| I suggest that you pack up |
| You’re about to fucked up |
| So shut your ass up punk |
| Cause we don’t play, we parlay, get layed everyday |
| Krime Pays in this motherfuckin' state |
| Straight from the West where the gangsters dwell |
| But you can meet me at a ?? |
| I got shit for sell |
| Now go and tell everybody and they momma |
| Mr. Shadow crazy Droop about the drama |
| This Low Pro |
| Mr. Shadow |
| Bow wow wow |
| Uh. |