Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kalifornia, artist - Kokane.
Date of issue: 06.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kalifornia |
Yeah… want to give a shout out to all my niggas out there |
In the westcoast… on the westcoast… |
Yeah… yeah… uhh… |
Yo… I got to give a shout out to pomona… |
Got to give it in south central, watts, compton, long beach |
But for now… KMG won’t you spit… spit… spit… for em |
Mothafuckas don’t get mad |
Cause calis kinda fly |
We be the gangsta town |
The niggas that like to stay high |
The land of big diamonds ya’ll |
Palm trees lowriders and moviestars |
Where fools be mobbin with the real |
Original where jackin is an art |
Punk niggas get they caps pilled |
And the hoes ain’t scared to show they bodies |
They wear the fly shit and freaks the set parties |
Gave it up and the hoes wearin baggy shit |
They the world why niggas got’em pussy whip |
They got niggas goin to pins got niggas stealin |
For friends for foes for shows and more hoes |
Cause it costs a grip to live on the westcoast |
Cause we be flossin |
We leave the world a commadose |
It’s all about the paper here |
So hear my dear |
So roll me up a little chronic |
Cause LA got the byonic |
See ya got to have hot |
To live in cali ya’ll |
You got to have the fly shit |
To live in cali ya’ll |
It’s gonna cost you a grip |
To live in cali ya’ll |
Ya see the hoes be legit |
When you live in cali ya’ll |
They say it never rains in southern california |
That’s what they tell me |
G’s with the big bank why you play us |
Livin it up just to be a hoe player |
All westcoast californ |
We got them runnin in flocks |
Now freddies dead |
But the super chicken |
Got you hit to the dope spot |
And like KMG |
They said them hoes be trippin |
Cause bitches be settin a nigga up |
When you off flossin |
Still tossin |
Yeah I’m bout to make bread |
Wake up in the mornin |
Found a mothafuckin bullet in my head |
But it’s alright |
If yo games hook up tight |
And in the summer time |
Riders on corners |
I wish you all can be california |
Ya save up all |
Went from slang dope |
To get a fly ride |
Still funkin on them switches for the bitches |
This is off the west all |
They call me Mr flossy |
Dolla dolla bill ya’ll |
(KMG background) |
Yeah… And that’s the westcoast anthem cali style boy |
(straight up straight up) |
Yo yo… (the we be like flossin main) |
Yo you want me to set it off… let me set it off for them… uhh |
It’s the first of the mouth |
And I just came up |
I’m headin 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 fiens get they county checks |
I left about 11: 15 |
I spotted this fly fly cutey |
In some |
And you know I’m on them gold ones |
So here she come… here she come… |
Here she mothafuckin kitty come |
All shit it’s Sabrina from cavina |
I hope she don’t remember that I toss her cousin tina |
Uhh… she probably care anyway |
Cause bitches up in cali got game for days |
She needed I ride to the mail |
I said stall |
I got shit to do |
I ain’t got no time to be fuckin with you |
Uhh… and plus do I look like a cab |
Turn the alpine up then I slam |
It was hot like a mothafucka |
Headed to the store |
Saw a couple little homies kickin it at the front door |
They say yo… hook us up main |
Bought em a 40 |
For me I got a tall can |
I said peace |
Don’t be trippin little comrades |
But the shit be bout my own |
Yeah… cause we O hit |
To bring you the fly shit |
To make you feel pressure |
Cause cali could test ya |
Comrades still bangin |
My niggas still bangin |
And there’s a whole lot of niggas still movin yayin |
Because it’s highly compatible to come up |
Ya got to have hard ache |
Ya 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… |