Black Knights Killa Cal Lifestyle Lyrics

Killa Cal Lifestyle Lyrics

f/ P.C.







[Intro: Doc Doom]



Uh, what? Black Knights, nigga



Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea, West Coast



Uh-huh, yea, Killa Cal Lifestyle



Yea, uh-huh, yea, yea, yea



Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea



Yea, yea..







[Crisis]



The ghetto got us trapped that's why we bust gats



Flush crack, fuck raps, blast first, bust back



Trust that it's a must that, we regulate



Never hesitate, on the paper chase



Go all out, hollow-tips until ya fall out



Wildly raised, highly praised, addicted to rowdy ways



A lot of cold nights and cloudy days



Get me set-trippin', wet dippin', Moet sippin'



When the Tec's spitten, we leave more than sweat drippin'



On and off, Northern course, blast gats at their horse



We usin' force, no remorse and niggas slackin' on these laws



Against the top notch, cream of the crops



So keep ya glocks cocked, keep ya spot hot



Scorch to pistol-whippin' and hit ya fortune







[P.C.]



Yo we got somethin' for you, hear more of this, fag



Hit a nigga with a quick stiff rigormortis jab



Knock his eye out his socket, take the chocolate tai out his pocket



And Knights watch, now we're real nigga rocket



It's a shame, paid all that money for that chain



End up slain, +Fuckin' With the Wrong Nigga+, man



Black khakis with peanut clang



We bang with Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang







[Chorus 5X: Doc Doom (Crisis)]



+Killa Cal Lifestyle+ (+Killa Cal Lifestyle+



Where it's hunt or be hunted, drunken, weed blunted



Nigga bring it if you really want it)







[Doc Doom]



What the fuck, fool?



Yo, I'm from the home of the set-trip, where ya man-hood is tested



Constantly on some next shit, anybody could catch it



Killa Cali warfare, orange hair smoke



Fuck and leave hoes broke, Cali ain't no joke



There's no hope, niggas gon' slang dope



Gang bang and hit licks to get chips, like "Why not risk it all?"



Money's the principal, fuck if I slip and fall



Fuck it I'm dippin' dog, my click and all



Will empty out clips on y'all clowns



Poppin' that bullshit, in Killa Cal we pull quick



Let off a round and let 'em know where the fuck they're at



We keep it strapped in this Killa Cal habitat



Because it's like that







[Chorus 4X]







[Monk]



Niggas don't play in Killa Californ-I-A



Where I stay, yes bodies lay in the alley way



The way of life I live is fucked up



That's why I smoke blunts and get drunk



In Killa Cal we dip down blocks and let the sounds bump



On seventeens, our rocks spin like these



Bitch Please, you know you pause when you see the D's



Stocked up on the ring-a-lo and six-fo'



It's summertime, you know we floss down Crenshaw



+4 Sho Sho+, we catch ya slippin' at the wrong light



Your things is my thangs and that's on, Black Knights



Live by the code, the rider's code is what I live by



If I'm empty, reload and let the slugs fly







[Chorus 4X]







[unknown female singer - 6X]



The life we live is just the life that we live







[Chorus 4X]







[unknown female singer - 4X]



The life we live is just the life that we live