R. Cali Lyrics

n***** pistol popping like it's 1999
I was 9 maybe 10, then again never mind
Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes
That was Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava
They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka, blocka
Choppas on eaves droppers, f*** these choppas I"m about it
Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa, yeah you outer but I"m hotter (Right!)
Car jacking, pistol packing, m**********' choppers clapping
Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic
Fenders smashing, windows crashing, pants sagging, f*** your fashion
Yeah a n**** run Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen
It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
Groupies, poppers they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins
They hating a lot, medulla oblongata
From the other San Andreas, You know im ridin round
Bring Back the Cali, I'm going back to Cali n***** was whack
I"m really out here boomin on the west side
You know what I"m sayin? Weeest
Me and live ninjas seen death right here lookin out for the enemies
"Cus you all know how we down
"Cus f*** killin these clowns, you said it hah
We getting everything, anything moving, n**** that"s it n****
Chyeah I"m shootin... I"m shootin at n***** on the side "cus you already know
Yall folks be yappin this back n****
f*** that black n**** slippin' on the cash, I"ll make that happen with the sawed off
[Verse 2]
Maserati like Atari with no car keys push to start it
New Bugatti, 2 Bugatti's, Testarossa blue Ferrari
Lamborghini, system b**ping, me no warried, Rastafari
This the hardest supersonic, systematic, too r*****ed
New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cool it all, must set my goal if you accomplish
Shoot a target cause you the target, moving targets, new accomplish
Kill the game but still regardless, beat the charges, do the honors
Report lyrics