King T Cali Expert Lyrics

King T Cali Expert lyrics

featuring King T  

  

 Ha hah  

 No deezee, heh  

  

 When they need work, they call the cali drug expert  

 Smashin in a six hundred dollar ?bill burnt?  

 lookin flossy, livin costly, and off the edge  

 Out of state, they gots to break bread fo' sho'  

 I needs mo', ice drops for the Lex-o  

 Baguette sets glow when I'm stippin the Mo'  

 Freelancin, tryin to build a mansion and stay faded  

 Have hoes walk around my crib buttnaked  

 The gravy train, chronic got me losin my brain  

 but soothin my pain, I'm true to the game  

 I got my mind made, I gotta be that rich motherfucker  

 Set it up, so my grandkids don't suffer  

 The fat Hummer, the fat drummer what's your choice  

 Tryin to find a sister with a voice, make her moist  

 My thirst runs deeps as Lake Tahoe  

 in the black Tahoe  

 911 codes all over the Bravo  

 Ain't nuttin but tabledancers and strip models, they bring bottles  

 but trip, niggaz at parties grabbin they best friend  

 Tryin to dodge, from the Aftermath entourage  

 No camouflage, fine linen, fine women  

 Busters get slugs in em  

 I twist my spliffs with the green, I make a sick scene  

 scream through some six by nines and fifteens  

 Tighten my rhymes like bitch jeans  

 Mix my dimes with ginseng, controllin this thing  

 Rock on, get your ride on when you hear it  

 The forbidden gangland lyrics  

 Playa haters fear it, get you right up close near it  

 Posessed by the Eazy-E spirit  

 Dr. Dre set the limit, and niggaz won't cross this line  

 it's suicide, and niggaz won't cross this line  

 In your mouth, puffin with my niggaz down South  

 What the fuck it's really all about me  

 I'm comin out, front and back, ninety-eight Brougham  

 All you fake G's stay home  

 Leave the shit alone, King T's back on the throne  

  and my niggaz on the mic straight gone, CRAZAY  

 Y'all niggaz wanna know the real deal?  

 I freestyle and smack you in your grill  

 Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks  

 The Aftermath'll put you in the mix, beyotch!  

  

 Hah, Organized Rhyme in effect  

 Peace to my nigga Nino