Transplants - Killafornia Lyrics
Added On: June 16, 2005
| Last Update: July 30, 2005
Killafornia by Transplants Lyrics
[Rob] - Chorus
This is Killafornia, home of the killas
Killafornia, home of the killas
Smoke clears, only one winner
Killafornia, home of the killas
[B. Real]
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 bone I'll be beggin', only so much that I'm takin'
Handing your privates to Lincoln, misunderstood and complacent
You wanna stand for what medal, there ain't no medal of honor
You wanna strike like a general, but you wet up the corner
Bringing a donor to honor, it's only fair that I warn ya
That I'm a killa from California, ready for action and drama
[Rob]
If you want it we got it, from prostitutes to narcotics
Have you emptied 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 gothic, cause they mistakingly mock us
I live them bazzled and baffled, Like when they got 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
[Rob] - Chorus
This is Killafornia, home of the killas
Killafornia, home of the killas
Smoke clears, only one winner
Killafornia, home of the killas
[B.Real]
Got the dreamers and schemers, and the bolos with ???
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
[Rob]
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 nothin pertaining, I turn a pig into bacon
I'll save my aim for the boss, and always make with the glove
Down with the spray at the club, and let them say who it was
Bitch i'm a failure at love, unless you cater to thugs
You can MISS me with hugs, I'll fucking kiss you with slugs
[Rob] - Chorus
This is Killafornia, home of the killas
Killafornia, home of the killas
Smoke clears, only one winner
Killafornia, home of the killas.
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