(Intro):

Killa-forni-A

Biaaatch !!

Hustlers,players,gangstas,ballers,pimps,players

All of those shit, I see all that shit

You know, killerfornia

Blooow !!

Bloooooow !!



(Verse 1):

I'm hell-bound

Niggas wanna kill me in my sleep in killerfornia

Where the murderers be ambitious to creep

And leave you six feet

Sleep with the sharks in the Bay

I'm out the yea where they back up shit they talk with AK's

Niggas in L.A. trigger fingers itchy to spray

Call it the golden state

But niggas be rich off the game

You get your cash on the Crips and Bloods be bangin'

Nigga get your mash on G-locks and Uzi we sayin'

Leavin your brains hangin'

You'll get caught up in the cross fire

Cause you'll be dog meat

Lose your life in the jungle 

Niggas is savages 

Thugged out and it's hard to be humble

When niggas ride up gaffle your shit 

And then leave you tied up

Money and murder I pop them sherm sticks

Niggas tend to bring the drama

When I bury your dick 

But I'm hardcore

Ready to kill shit up and war

Wonder what else this motherfuckin' state got in store



(Chorus)

So much drama in northern california

*cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*

Such a scandalous state but I love the place

*that's why I duck when they fly by*

So much drama in southern california

*cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*

Such a scandalous place had ya smilin' your face

*that's why I duck when they fly by*



(Verse 2):

From Sacramento to San Diego

From Compton to the Oakland city

Loc'ed up and thugged out

Killer's ready to ride with me

Stackin caps player pieces 

Rolexes and saggy pants

Poppin' collars drunk as hell off hennesey

Smokin' up Grams an ounces

of Purple Kush, White Willow n 

Weed or straight up chronic (chronic)

Niggas still out to get paid

Fuck the world I wanna die high

It's sunshine in killa kali

But still the bullets fly

Palm trees and sandy beaches

But niggas stay strapped with heaters

Born sinnin' and ready for drama that's how they leave us

500's and Lexi coupes

Niggas roll up with they troops

Ballers be flashin' loot (flashin' loot)

If you gon jack that nigga be ready to shoot

And bring the pain (pain)

Cause it ain't no comin' back in killerfornia

Fuck with the wrong niggas they turn and blast on ya

Dump executioner style and leave your ass goner

Still do my dirt all by my motherfuckin' lone in killerfornia



Chorus



(Verse 3):

No self-defense laws 

Bullet proof vests is illegal

But you can go to the gun sto'

And purchase yourself a desert eagle

All of my homies is felons

Some even died in my face

Some niggas still ridin' around

With a whole trunk full of yey

Frisco to Fresno niggas do dirt

And ride with their head low

Indictments on mobstyle tactic murder for cash flow 

Cause jail bars

Gangstas and ghetto stars

Niggas don't give a fuck

Bullet wounds and stab scars 

Hell of players and pimps 

Hustlers and gangstas with limps

Snitches that disappeared into thin motherfuckin' air

Haters be dreamin' 

Schemin to catch ya slippin'

Just to get to dippin' after midnight AK's spittin'

See the fire from the barrel

Standin' down the block I got a flock

Of desert eagle fifty cal shots

Can't let these sucka ass niggas put one in my dome 

When I'm sittin' at home with a whole arsenal of my own 

In killerfornia



Chorus