Lyrics to Killa Cali
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
Killa Cali where I live, that's where I'm from
Don't overdose, don't get killed where I'm from
The lights is bright, the parties is fun
Becoming a bum, the chances is young
Gang bangers on every corner, that's who we become
Influenced by the big homie, how it prolly begun
Go through hell, but if you make it out, you won
Floor seats at staples center where Gigi was
In Oakland inside shows on the daily
Out in the bay, the splash brothers goin' crazy
Out in L.A., it's red and blue paisleys
Out-of-towners new here 'cause the weather and ladies
In L.A. the next superstars in the making
Athletes and actors, we produce the greatest
Rappers and trappers, nigga, we produce the greatest
From the same place, some of the greatest got taken
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
Biggie got killed here
Whitney got killed here
Whitney overdosed, she died 'cause she got lit here
Pop Smoke got killed here
They took Nip here
And that's my dog, man, I wish I would've been there
Pac got killed in Vegas, it's like he got killed here
Shug got black balled, he went to jail and y'all still scared
Buddhist den put my homies in wheelchairs
Got survivors guilt 'cause I'm still here
Purple vault, I see cloudiness in codeine
How they let Michael Jack be a dope fiend
Nigga, you trippin', what the doctor should've told him
Eazy died while tryna make it right with his old team
Nate gone, Dolla gone, Big Braze too
Mac Miller, Marylin Monroe, my city painful
From a city where legends get haloed
In Los Angeles, we lost angels
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
Killa Cali where I live, that's where I'm from
Don't overdose, don't get killed where I'm from
The lights is bright, the parties is fun
Becoming a bum, the chances is young
Gang bangers on every corner, that's who we become
Influenced by the big homie, how it prolly begun
Go through hell, but if you make it out, you won
Floor seats at staples center where Gigi was
In Oakland inside shows on the daily
Out in the bay, the splash brothers goin' crazy
Out in L.A., it's red and blue paisleys
Out-of-towners new here 'cause the weather and ladies
In L.A. the next superstars in the making
Athletes and actors, we produce the greatest
Rappers and trappers, nigga, we produce the greatest
From the same place, some of the greatest got taken
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
Biggie got killed here
Whitney got killed here
Whitney overdosed, she died 'cause she got lit here
Pop Smoke got killed here
They took Nip here
And that's my dog, man, I wish I would've been there
Pac got killed in Vegas, it's like he got killed here
Shug got black balled, he went to jail and y'all still scared
Buddhist den put my homies in wheelchairs
Got survivors guilt 'cause I'm still here
Purple vault, I see cloudiness in codeine
How they let Michael Jack be a dope fiend
Nigga, you trippin', what the doctor should've told him
Eazy died while tryna make it right with his old team
Nate gone, Dolla gone, Big Braze too
Mac Miller, Marylin Monroe, my city painful
From a city where legends get haloed
In Los Angeles, we lost angels
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
I'm from killa, killa Cali
We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies
Palm trees and kush smoke
Good weather and baddies
In the city you could lose your life
Gotta move to the valley
