Celly Cel - k**a Kali lyrics

(Talk) Good evening Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California Where five black men were found dead at the water front From various gunshot wounds This brings the homicide rate in the state of California to one of the highest in the nation And is now known to you as k**a kali (Verse 1) The state of California n***as call it k**a kali Murder weapons in the river bodies found in the alleys Bring the yellow tape Body bags gettin zipped up Heads blown off wit they insides ripped up Mobile phones flipped up Factors callin shots b**h made n***as its some real n***as on the block Cause every hood got a trigga happy n***a That don't give a f** about puttin two in your liver But how you figure you can do dirt and stay clean n***as like that get pronounced dead on the scene ain't no winnin teams cause everybody taken losses in they hood Reminiscin on they n***as man I wish I could Bring back the homies that I lost up in that funk season Gotta check myself or let that alcohol be the reason So I just poor a little liquor on the concrete For my dead homies and the ones who ain't gone see the streets Locked up with the rest of the locs But whatever the reason my folks are walkin the yard Or gettin they guts some Tryin to make it home but I think they Safer in that pin cause n***as on gin be lettin them Mack 10's Bust 32 times And n***as who ain't in it gettin shot by Standards on the block Smokin like bomb Fools given up they cell Gettin sideways leaven them t-shirts soakin wet Retaliation is a must So now you know them n***as you was funkin wit Gone be at yo do so Keep yo hand on yo nina in the valley Or get dumped in the alley f**in around in k**a kali (Chorus 1) Mothers on they knees Wit tears in they eyes why (cause k**a kali is the state of the drive by) Mothers on they knees Wit tears in they eyes why (cause k**a kali is the state of the drive by) (Chorus 2) It's k**a kali It's k**a kali buddahba It's k**a kali It's k**a kali buck buck It's k**a kali It's k**a kali budduhba It's k**a kali It's k**a kali buck buck (Verse 2) The k**ins on ain't even safe when you at home Whatever dirt you do gone follow you until you gone So pack ya chrome And handle your own cause potnas tend to run Walked in the party 10 deep and only left wit one Real n***a on your team But you know how it is Can't even trust them n***as that you knew since you was kids It ain't no thang I let them n***as have it to b**h up and I switch up on that a** before I blast you And fools better watch them hoes in they mix Seen them chosen and you bid on that set up for a six foot ditch with your family in front of you So many n***as slip That's how they slide a b**h up under you I wonder whose the next n***a To catch a bullet for s** n***a Thought you was co*k until they chopped you with them tecs n***a I think the game is on its last leg Trigga happy n***as wit no heart It ain't no used to be For your life cause out here they quick to take they own Snortin that Peruvian On Hennessey you know they gone can't tell a n***a sh** in the 9-5 All about they scrilla doin n***as in on the side Bellin through yo hood buckin fools down Gettin caught slippin with they mutherf**in pants down Sleep with one eye open in the valley cause everything you love'll get smoked up in k**a kali (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2) (Verse 3) California n***as be plottin on fools Jackin mutherf**ers for them daytons And leave that ol' school Sittin on with yo face in the dash two in the back of yo head Rip yo pockets of then laugh Then you got them fools on the track pullin out glocks Pistol whippin n***as till they drop Reach in they draws and take they rocks They money They rings and they chains Without a skimask on But can't complain Its all in the game Follow one of them ballers to they residence tyin n***as up Lookin for them dead presidents Its for the money You know the scratch but now we call it scrilla It turned them kali n***as into straight k**as Set trippin on a daily basis Vietnam ain't sh** on what a n***a in the hood faces 1-8-7 case Cop into a lesser charge Three strikes Hit you with that L Lock behind bars Bellin wit a strap Punks seem like its waitin To catch a n***a slippin or get k**ed over conversation f**in wit b**h will get you k**ed quick n***as let they hoes mow down they homies on the real beitch Fools come to kali thinkin club med Caught up in the cross fire when them sets bump heads Keep yo hand on ya nina in the valley Or everything you love'll get smoked up in k**a kali (Chorus 1)