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