Cali Kings Part 1 lyrics

"the first up on the mic, is my homeboy xzibit *echoes*"



Verse one: xzibit



If it wasnt for the west

These rap niggaz wouldnt need a vest around they chest

Keeping bustin about, where you at? and what you owe, and what you drive?

So the day some niggaz come for you Im really not surprised

Mr. black bruce willis

Please dont kill us

I show mercy like kevorkian

Like a scorpion

I sting you from behind and put it in you

Meet me at the venue, put you on the spot to put you on the menu

Its the mc, I be the one that keeps the bitches hot

Xzibit living life, like a ball inside a ? riders slot?

Dripping everything cause you aint even got a dime to drop

Go ahead and call the cops; you aint did nothing

Jerry spring you out the studio, me and suge knight into the parking lot

Niggaz aint ready for all the shit Ive got

Look at yourself crushing xzibit with your tough talk

Thats like christopher reeves doing a crip walk



Chorus:



Cali kings is fresh out the box

Yeah, straight up, night on the rocks

*repeat*



Verse two: likwit



Knock your songs

Is defendin minor foes

Every squeeze I let a minute

? to freeze and stay cold?

I prepare to blast hoes

Cause they say these flows is lethal

Im peepin through my peephole

They sneekin up on me though

Rico got a pistol, nasa got a missile

Likwit got too drunk so now the party is official

I bounce until the end and still set it with bad credit

Got a wack-ass record deal but I signed before I read it

But dont regret it, everything is so pathetic

When the waters gettin deep you can drown or you can tread it

I battle with finesse, like my niggaz giving quest

In these ? ? ? we got props, we taking less

So, dont touch that stereo

Or your people will becoming to your burry, yo

The ever sorry yo can blast, Im here to blow it through the roof

I snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes*

Chorus 2x



Verse three: baka boy



Yo its the ? ? with baka boys, rings and cali kings

Ive never been the one for police but like sing

Every breath you take and every move I make

Shot heard around the world from the golden state

Im off the ringer with mine, your jerry springer with yours

Your gettin missed like a bitch and I can keep out your jaw

You hold your mop and run shop

Before I known to blow spots

Baka boys aint no choice so blastin on your block

I hold it down in the crowd for cali kings

And john p. and no p, no sing-sing

Laser tape, my name shall be ? regularly great?

I buy no plate, green trees roll, into lock and gate

B-a-k-a-b-o-y

Who would believe baka boys with the four eyes?

And like primo and guru you know my steez

Big shot to the city in the valley, cali kings

Likwit crew coming through I pay due

Cali kings, cali kings



Chorus 2x