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
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
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
I'm from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho' [The Game:] Ayo Cali Walk with me Yeah that'
m from the projects All over the world and every hood they know I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho' [The Game] Ayo Cali Walk with me Yeah thats what
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know. Like they playin with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game to
: [Chorus:] It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the
it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Done with them boys, 'cause she done found a man now Ain
This is a motherfuckin emergency! (Let's go) Zone Fo', St. Louis - you ready? Haha, A-T-L... let's go! I told y'all I was gon' change the game L.A. all
behalf of my whole damn staff I can see (see) what you thinkin You know you want it as bad as I do Tell me (tell me) what you thinkin Pimp Juice? Oh I got a case of that too And that shit stankin (stankin) Like Cali chronic for them LA boys
: Brooklyn (Brooklyn), Brooklyn,(Brooklyn) (X4) I got the intro along with the cash flow, Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos Yeah I'm hard I
-boys and girls, DJ's and MC's To my nine-to-five, hustlas keep doin your thug d's I keeps a balance in this rap game cuz it's all that I got And that
I be down witcha; winter, spring, summer, fall I'm ready to ride every time that my homie calls I never stall on ya dawg, through it all, thick or thin We went from boys
the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and Cali
know me: Colleon, standin' four feet I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game But once I run into that
X-5 Is Hit Red Rag Or Blue Rag, Niggaz Die For This The Game The Reason All These Niggaz On That "Cali Love" Shit Compton Niggaz Get Grimy Too, Pull You
real. [Verse 1:] Much love to all my folks with rap songs And even the perpetrators who really don't belong. It's become an epidemic, better yet, a disease From boys
