(intro): Killa-forni-a Biaaatch !! Hustlers,players,gangstas,ballers,pimps,players All of those shit, I see all that shit You know, killerfornia Blooow !! Bloooooow !!
(verse 1): I'm hell-bound Niggas wanna kill me in my sleep in killerfornia Where the murderers be ambitious to creep And leave you six feet Sleep with the sharks in the bay I'm out the yea where they back up shit they talk with ak's Niggas in l.a. trigger fingers itchy to spray Call it the golden state But niggas be rich off the game You get your cash on the crips and bloods be bangin' Nigga get your mash on dre-lock them uzi we sayin' Leavin your brains hangin' You'll get caught up in the cross fire Cause you'll be dog meat Lose your life in the jungle Niggas is savages Thugged out and it's hard to be humble When niggas ride up gaffle your shit And then leave you tired up Money and murder I pop a sherm stick Niggas tend to bring the drama When I bury your dick But I'm hardcore Ready to kill shit up and war Wonder what else this motherfuckin' state got in store
(chorus) So much drama in northern california *cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by* Such a scandalous day but I love the place *that's why I duck when they fly by* So much drama in southern california *cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by* Such a scandalous place had ya smilin' your face *that's why I duck when they fly by*
(verse 2): From sacramento to san diego From compton to the oakland city Loc'ed up and thugged out Killer's ready to ride with me Stackin caps player pieces Rolexes and saggy pants Poppin' collars drunk as hell off hennesey Smokin' up grams as ounces The [? ? ? ? ] Weed or straight up chronic (chronic) Niggas still out to get paid Fuck the world I wanna die high It's sunshine in killa kali But still the bullets fly Palm trees and sandy beaches But niggas stay strapped with heaters Born sinnin' and ready for drama that's how they leave us 500's and lexi coupes Niggas roll up with they troops Ballers be flashin' loot (flashin' loot) If you gon jack that nigga be ready to shoot And bring the pain (pain) Cause it ain't no comin' back in killerfornia Fuck with the wrong niggas they turn and blast on ya Dump executional style and leave your ass goner Still do my dirt all by my motherfuckin' lone in killerfornia
(verse 3): No self-defense laws Bullet proof vests is illegal But you can go to the gun sto' And purchase yourself a desert eagle All of my homies is felons Some even died in my face Some niggas still ridin' around With a whole trunk full of yea Frisco to fresno niggas do dirt And ride with their head low Indictments on mobstyle tactic murder for cash flow Cause jail bars Gangstas and ghetto stars Niggas don't give a fuck Bullet wounds and stab scars Hell of players and pimps Hustlers and gangstas with limps Snitches that disappeared into thin motherfuckin' air Haters be dreamin' Schemin to catch ya slippin' Just to get to dippin' after midnight ak's spittin' See the fire from the barrel Standin' down the block I got a flock Of desert eagle fifty cal.(iber) shots Can't let these sucka ass niggas put one in my dome When I'm sittin' at home with a whole arsenal of my own In killerfornia