Transplants - KillaforniaLyrics

This is killafornia home of the killas Killafornia home of the killas Smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killas So many dreams that I'm chasing, So many fuckers are hating Somebody show me you hate me, Show me your dog cause I'm waiting Throw me a bowl I'll be bakin' Only so much that I'm takin' Handing your privates to Lincoln, Misunderstood and complacent You wanna stand for what medal, That ain't no medal of honor You want to strike like a general, But you end up a goner, Bringing a donor to ? It's only fair that I warn ya That I'm a killa from California, Waiting for action and drama If you want it we got it, From prostitutes to narcotics Have you empty your pockets, I'm fucking pro with the product There ain't no way you can stop it I just suggest that you drop it These fuckers making me cock it Cause they mistakingly mock it I leave em' blazed and baffled Like when they cut me with scalpels Never trying to be grappled That's why I aim for the apple From the hood to the castle I'm still considered an asshole Grand prize of the raffle Napalm and shrapnel This is killafornia home of the killas Killafornia home of the killas Smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killas Got the dreamers and schemers And the ballas with Beamers So many leeches beneath us And they wishing they heed us You'll Salute like a fetus You can never defeat us Bring all your heaters to heat us When you attempt to defeat us You be try to imagine what happens When you impart with some garbage Everything in life is so tragic No matter who is the hardest No matter who your god is I'm telling you fuckers regardless Don't even get me started I can be so retarded It's like a blessing from satan The world is mine for the taking Bent over model of makin' And yet still I'm a shake 'em We take the name that we breakin' Any rules that you makin' Ain't nothing pertaining I turn a pig into bacon I'll save my aim for the fuzz And always make with the glove Down to spray up the club And let 'em say who it was Bitch I'm a failure at love Unless you cater to thugs You can mess me with hugs I'll fuckin' kiss you with slugs This is killafornia home of the killas Killafornia home of the killas Smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killas This is killafornia home of the killas Killafornia home of the killas Smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killas