Kirk Crumpler - k**erfornia lyrics

(Intro): k**a-forni-A Biaaatch !! Hustlers,players,gangstas,ballers,pimps,players All of those sh**, I see all that sh** You know, k**erfornia Blooow !! Bloooooow !! (Verse 1): I'm hell-bound n***as wanna k** me in my sleep in k**erfornia Where the murderers be ambitious to creep And leave you six feet Sleep with the sharks in the Bay I'm out the yea where they back up sh** they talk with AK's n***as in L.A. trigger fingers itchy to spray Call it the golden state But n***as be rich off the game You get your cash on the Crips and Bloods be bangin' n***a get your mash on dre-lock them Uzi we sayin' Leavin your brains hangin' You'll get caught up in the cross fire Cause you'll be dog meat Lose your life in the jungle n***as is savages Thugged out and it's hard to be humble When n***as ride up gaffle your sh** And then leave you tired up Money and murder I pop a sherm stick n***as tend to bring the drama When I bury your dick But I'm hardcore Ready to k** sh** up and war Wonder what else this motherf**in' state got in store (Chorus) So much drama in northern california *cause k**a kali is the state for the drive-by* Such a scandalous day but I love the place *that's why I duck when they fly by* So much drama in southern california *cause k**a kali is the state for the drive-by* Such a scandalous place had ya smilin' your face *that's why I duck when they fly by* (Verse 2): From Sacramento to San Diego From Compton to the Oakland city Loc'ed up and thugged out k**er's ready to ride with me Stackin caps player pieces Rolexes and saggy pants Poppin' collars drunk as hell off hennesey Smokin' up Grams as ounces The [????] Weed or straight up chronic (chronic) n***as still out to get paid f** the world I wanna die high It's sunshine in k**a kali But still the bullets fly Palm trees and sandy beaches But n***as stay strapped with heaters Born sinnin' and ready for drama that's how they leave us 500's and Lexi coupes n***as roll up with they troops Ballers be flashin' loot (flashin' loot) If you gon jack that n***a be ready to shoot And bring the pain (pain) Cause it ain't no comin' back in k**erfornia f** with the wrong n***as they turn and blast on ya Dump executional style and leave your a** goner Still do my dirt all by my motherf**in' lone in k**erfornia Chorus (Verse 3): No self-defense laws Bullet proof vests is illegal But you can go to the gun sto' And purchase yourself a desert eagle All of my homies is felons Some even died in my face Some n***as still ridin' around With a whole trunk full of yea Frisco to Fresno n***as do dirt And ride with their head low Indictments on mobstyle tactic murder for cash flow Cause jail bars Gangstas and ghetto stars n***as don't give a f** Bullet wounds and stab scars Hell of players and pimps Hustlers and gangstas with limps Snitches that disappeared into thin motherf**in' air Haters be dreamin' Schemin to catch ya slippin' Just to get to dippin' after midnight AK's spittin' See the fire from the barrel Standin' down the block I got a flock Of desert eagle fifty cal.(iber) shots Can't let these s**a a** n***as put one in my dome When I'm sittin' at home with a whole arsenal of my own In k**erfornia Chorus