Cold 187um - Kalifornia lyrics

[Intro: Cold 187um speaking] "Yeah. Wanna give a shout out to all my n***as out there in the West Coast. On the West Coast, yeah. Yeah, uhh. Yo, I got to give a shout out to Pomona Got to give it out to South Central, Watts, Compton, Long Beach. But for now, KM.G, won't you spit, spit, spit for 'em." [Verse 1: KM.G] Motherf**ers don't get mad, cause Cali's kind of fly We be the gangsta town, the n***as that like to stay high The land of big diamonds, y'all, palm trees, lowriders and movie stars, hey Where fools be mobbin' we the real original Where jackin' is an art, punk n***as get their caps peeled As the ho's ain't scared to show the body They wear the fly sh** and freaks the set party Give it up and the ho's wearin' baggy sh** They're showin' the world why n***as out here p**y whipped They got n***as goin' to pens, got n***as stealin' ends For friends, for foes, for shows and mo' ho's Cause it costs a grip to live on the West Coast Ugh, cause we be flossin', we leave the world a comatose It's all about the paper here, so hear, my dear Roll me up a little chronic, cause L.A. got the bionic [Hook: All] Cause you got to have hard, to live in Cali', y'all You got to have the fly sh**, to live in Cali', y'all It's gonna cost you a grip, to live in Cali', y'all See, the ho be legit, when you live in Cali', y'all [Verse 2: Kokane] They say it never rains in Southern California That's what they tell me, G's with the big bank, gold wire players Livin' it up just to be a ho layer All West Coast Califunk, we got them runnin' in flocks Now, Freddie's dead but his partner superchicken got sh** at the dope spot Ugh, and like KM.G, they said them ho's be trippin' Cause b**hes be settin' a n***a up, when your all flossin' Still tossin, yeah, I'm bound to break bread Wake up in the mornin, found a motherf**in' bullet in my head But it's alright, if your game's hooked up tight And in the summer time riders on corners I wish you all could be, California You save up all, went from slang dope to get a fly ride though But still funkin' on them switches for the b**hes This is how the west ball They call me Mr. Flossy, dollar dollar bill y'all, ugh [Hook: All w/ minor Variations] [Interlude] [Cold 187um:] "Yeah, and that's the West Coast anthem, Cali' style, boy." [KM.G] "Straight up, straight up. Yo, yo, homeboy, they don't know, we be like flossin', man." [Cold 187um:] "Yo man, let me set it off for them, let me set it off for them, uh." [Verse 3: Cold 187um] It's the first of the month and I just came up I'm headin' to the shop to put some rims on my truck Yeah, and you know, I'm like cold on them ho's Cause I'm rollin' in a black-on-black 4-54 It's time for me to check my connect So I could be on deck before them fiends get their county checks I left about 11:15, I spotted this fly fly cutie in some Karl Kani jeans And you know, I'm on them gold ones So, here she come, here she come Here she motherf**in' kitty come Ah sh**, it's Sabrina from Covina I hope she don't remember that I tossed her cousin Tina Uh, she probably don't care anyway Cause b**hes up in Cali' got game for days She needed a ride to the mall, I said stall, I got sh** to do I ain't got no time to be f**in' with you Ugh, and plus, do I look like a cab? Turn the alpine up, then I stab It was hot like a motherf**er, headed to the store Saw a couple little homies kickin' it at the front door They said: yo, hook us up, man Bought them a 40, for me I got a tall can I said peace, don't be trippin', little comrades But I should be worried 'bout my own a** [KM.G] Yeah, cause we're on hit to bring you the fly sh** To make you feel pressure, cause Cali' can test ya Comrades still hangin', my n***as still bangin' And there's a whole lot of n***as still movin' yayin' [Cold 187um] Because it's highly compatible to come up You got to have heart and you got to have a lot of luck So if I hear you sayin' Cali' ain't sh** Yo, you probably visited the valley, little b**h