Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy All my fallen soldiers rest in peace Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs And all my killa cali
pend a 'hood film Labeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the Hood Gangsta rap starts, first to fuck with Hollywood, yeah It's killa Cali, the gangsta
one! Huh? Whut? The real one! Huh, nigga whut? [Verse 2: Ice-T] It's '98, playa, check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your
like me Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean that way out in Cali, niggas
day that rap met r&b Got the birdman, Jazze, and me [Baby] Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool So so icey, the boys a fool Ice from iceman, I ice
Traduzione: Foglie Icewood. Altri. Fa Sho.
paper We got no time to waste either True life don't come with no favors Gimme time and I'll make you believers [B-Real:] I've, played the game and you
You Come Down To This Dirty South Betta Watch Yo Ears Cause Country Boys Talk With A Dirty Mouth And Dey On Dem Cornas N Dey Hustlin Up Da Dirty Deep Betta Watch Dem Dirty Boys
stains?) Bitch we deep off in the game (Bitch we deep off on in the game), Bitch we deep off in the game (Bitch we deep off on in the game). We be kickin
sets in the sky, cause this one is for you Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we play to win [
respect for the muthafucka Po Po A Yaba Do the boys in blue be gettin shookin Sometimes I'm suited up, Sometimes I'm bummy lookin Slick and slide, whoppin ?em at they own game
burnt, twisted, full of it and drunk You know, just like you sayin' "40 ain't no punk" (Wild as a cat, man this nigga got some game) (Servin' for the
B-Real, Paul Wall, Ray Cash, Shaggy) [Intro: Collie Buddz] A Buddz weh mi seh!!! Yuh know this a di ganja remix! From Bermuda, to Jamaica, to Cali, to
could show these motherfuckers how the West Coast rock So come on [Hook: Butch Cassidy] Everybody all around the world (yeah) All the little baby boys
if I catch you in the ride, you robbed All y'all niggas gonna die word born [Ms. Cali] I'm an east coast bitch Pull, cock, spit Hot boys shit Straight
game Hooked up with the familia [Ace of Spits:] Soy el esterio and I been in since the beginning When darkroom first start spittin bout this northern cali
We got hot shit to make these niggas burn flows Once is goes to the street then the word goes From the H strip to the Rack Rock and Virgo Lock boys and
I keep my mean mug, tight guards up and eyes open Knowin' that these niggas is scandalous stay scopin' So we sittin' on dubs, DVDs we stay flossin' And Cali boys
