Baka Boyz - Cali Kings lyrics

[Intro] The first up on the mic, is my homeboy Xzibit [Verse One: Xzibit] Now if it wasn't for the west These rap n***as wouldn't need a vest around they chest Keeping busting about, where you rest And what you own, and what you drive So the day some n***as come for you I'm really not surprised Mr. black Bruce Willis Please don't k** 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 Frica**ee MC I be the one that keeps the pistols hot Xzibit living life, like a bull inside a china shop Stripping everything cause you ain't even got a dime to drop Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nothing Jerry Spring you out the studio Then Suge Knight you to the parking lot n***as ain't ready for all the sh** we got Picture yourself crushing Xzibit with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeve doing a Crip walk [Hook] {x2} Cali kings is fresh out the box Yeah, straight up, night on the rocks [Verse Two: Tash] Now who goes? Is it friends of mine or foes? If it's friends I let 'em in, if it's foes it stays closed I prepare to blast hoes Cause the shady foes is lethal I'm peeping through my peephole They sneeking up on Rico Bu Rico got a pistol Nasa got a missile The Likwit got too drunk so now the party is official I bounce to the edit, still set it with bad credit Got a wack-a** record deal but I signed before I read it But don't regret it, everything is copastetic When the water's getting deep you can drown or you can tread it [?] with finesse, like my n***as kids and Quest Anywhere the Likwit walk, we get props, we taking less So, don't touch that stereo Or your people will becoming to your burial The [?] Tash, I'm here to blow it through the roof I snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like poof [Hook] [Verse Three: Defari] Yo it's Defari with Baka Boys, rings and Cali Kings I've never been the one for Police but like Sting Every breath you take and every move I make Shot heard around the world from the golden state I'm off the ringer with mine, you Jerry Springer with yours You hit and miss like a b**h, I knock your teeth out your jaw You hold your mouth you're in shock Defari known to blow spots Baka Boys ain't no toys so bust this on your block I hold it down in the crowd for Cali Kings H.I.P.H.O.P. no sing thing Blaze your tape, my name should be Record Crate or Vinyl Plate Green trees roll into tobacco papes B.A K.A.B.O.Y Who would believe Baka Boys with Defari And like Primo and Guru You Know My Steez Big shot to the city in the valley, Cali Kings Likwit Crew coming through, Defari Heru Cali Kings, Cali Kings [Hook]