Transplants

Transplants - Killafornia lyrics

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[Chorus]

This is Killafornia, home of the killas

Killafornia, home of the killas

Smoke clears, only one winner

Killafornia, home of the killas



[B. Real]

So many dreams that I'm chasing,

so many fuckers are hating

Somebody show me you hate me,

show me your dog cause I'm waiting

throw me a bowl I'll be bakin'

only so much that I'm takin'

Handing your privates to Lincoln,

misunderstood and complacent

You wanna stand for what medal,

that ain't no medal of honor

You want to strike like a general,

but you end up a goner,

bringing a donor to honor

It's only fair that I warn ya

that I'm a killa from California,

waiting for action and drama



[Rob]

If you want it we got it,

from prostitutes to narcotics

Have you empty your pockets,

I'm fucking pro with the product

there ain't no way you can stop it

I just suggest that you drop it

these fuckers making me cock it

cause they mistakingly mock it

I leave em' blazed and baffled

Like when they cut me with scalpels

never trying to be grappled

that's why i aim for the apple

from the hood to the castle

I'm still considered an asshole

grand prize of the raffle

napalm and shrapnel



[Chorus]



[B.Real]

got the dreamers and schemers

And the ballas with Beamers

so many leeches beneath us

and they wishing they heed us

You'll Salute like a fetus

you can never defeat us

bring all your heaters to heat us

when you attempt to defeat us

you be try to imagine what happens

when you impart with some garbage

everything in life is so tragic

no matter who is the hardest

no matter who your god is

I'm telling you fuckers regardless

Don't even get me started

I can be so retarded



[Rob]

It's like a blessing from Satan

the world is mine for the taking

bent over model of makin'

and yet still I'm a shake 'em

we take the name that we breakin'

any rules that you makin'

Ain't nothing pertaining

I turn a pig into bacon

I'll save my aim for the fuzz

And always make with the glove

down to spray up the club

and let 'em say who it was

bitch i'm a failure at love

unless you cater to thugs

you can mess me with hugs

I'll fuckin' kiss you with slugs



[Chorus x2]
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