Yo, I'm Killa Cali, I wrote this rhyme in an alley The tall can MC stepping out the valley I'm hella fresh straight through your chest I a hole in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll
'Cuz in order to survive, you gots to drive Like a rental but I'ma call you Ben 'cuz you My crew's up like a Pinto Hip hop's rotten but we stay fresh like a Mento
So put it in mouth We gonna show you what this rap shit is all about We gonna turn bitch out like Goldie This cut will bump when it's an oldie
And if we still ain't sold or gold That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, me back Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down a fifth of Yak It's like and that's the way it is
You can ask his to out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me into adapter I'm wack rhymes to the rafters
Turn up your skill factor, you bitin' rhymes a Raptor You thought we was through but this is still the chapter I go, can I get an, "Ooh, ooh!" It's J-Ro, baby, from the Crew
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Now watch me run a muck and gun 'em up the shit Rebel rhymin' from Tha Liks, Alkaholistics all with no tricks The infrared pointed at lips And man they don't speak, they the conversation petite
shit is weak, I'm concrete like the beat Bust that ass, super nigga class Me in the game, no problem Sit and drink a with my nigga James Robinson
Check your alcoholic pulse while its The Squad, the entourage Get exquisite, get addicted, get
Fellas wanna test King but its risky He slap a nigga in his mouth like a bitch. G So kick rocks and step back by the Them sober niggaz act funny
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