Killa Kali Lyrics
Game Killa Kali
(Intro)
"It ain't never mother f..cken cold enough to rock no mother f..cken chinchilla out here nigga and timbos to heavy to run from the f..cken police man in my mother f..cken converse"
(Chorus)
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what’s the word
Keep a gun on me and I love NY
But it's California till I die one more time
In killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word
Push that range rover when I'm in NY
But I love the way Impalas drive
(Verse)
I take the fat laces in n out them converse
I put them hollow tips and a nigga if he converse about me and my nigga
And how we use to have priors like richer yeah I paint that picture
I use to have visions of retiring like jigga
Five albums later acquiring those figures
I'm that nigga if I don't get no bigger
I'm back in the hood lettin the 4 0 flicker
From a brown paper bag 4 0 sipper
And push a rock without knowing no clippers
On my nephews life I never met no nigga rich or poor nigga
That couldn't make a O bigger
(Chorus)
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what’s the word
Keep a gun on me and I love NY
But it's California till I die one more time
In killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word
Push that range rover when I'm in NY
But I love the way Impalas drive
(Verse)
It's just me chuck and some nigga I'm raised with
First niggas red chucks New York pavement
Whips and chains like we on that slave shit
Never seen Queens Bridge on that brave shit
Niggas see the grave quick livin the fast life
In cali we burnt out New Yorkers mad trif
Tells niggas once so they don't ask twice
Ain't that right Chuck?
I'm a hot non 7 never been out of Compton
If it wasn't Game I probably never see Harlem
We goona take jones to the knickers in garden
Let him f..ck a blood bitch in a dirty apartment
Niggas know forvidi on that hard shit
But don't don't know Billboard give em a hard clip
Sometime revolvers no shells no nothin
And I love the East Cost but f..ck Joe Budden
"It ain't never mother f..cken cold enough to rock no mother f..cken chinchilla out here nigga and timbos to heavy to run from the f..cken police man in my mother f..cken converse"
(Chorus)
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what’s the word
Keep a gun on me and I love NY
But it's California till I die one more time
In killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word
Push that range rover when I'm in NY
But I love the way Impalas drive
(Verse)
I take the fat laces in n out them converse
I put them hollow tips and a nigga if he converse about me and my nigga
And how we use to have priors like richer yeah I paint that picture
I use to have visions of retiring like jigga
Five albums later acquiring those figures
I'm that nigga if I don't get no bigger
I'm back in the hood lettin the 4 0 flicker
From a brown paper bag 4 0 sipper
And push a rock without knowing no clippers
On my nephews life I never met no nigga rich or poor nigga
That couldn't make a O bigger
(Chorus)
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what’s the word
Keep a gun on me and I love NY
But it's California till I die one more time
In killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur
All stars khaki Chuck Taylors what's the word
Push that range rover when I'm in NY
But I love the way Impalas drive
(Verse)
It's just me chuck and some nigga I'm raised with
First niggas red chucks New York pavement
Whips and chains like we on that slave shit
Never seen Queens Bridge on that brave shit
Niggas see the grave quick livin the fast life
In cali we burnt out New Yorkers mad trif
Tells niggas once so they don't ask twice
Ain't that right Chuck?
I'm a hot non 7 never been out of Compton
If it wasn't Game I probably never see Harlem
We goona take jones to the knickers in garden
Let him f..ck a blood bitch in a dirty apartment
Niggas know forvidi on that hard shit
But don't don't know Billboard give em a hard clip
Sometime revolvers no shells no nothin
And I love the East Cost but f..ck Joe Budden
