(feat. Crashman)



[Keith] Cali.. (yeah) Cali.. Cali 

I told y'all how we do it 'round heah

[Keith] I'm goin back to Cali - hmm, I gotta think about it

Cadillac'n, paperstackin mayne

[Keith] I'm goin back to Cali, to Cali, to Cali

Still steady tippin and pimpin mayne

[Keith] I'm goin back to Cali

You want that right here?

[Keith] Hmmmm, let me think about it



[Verse One]

I'm the bomb I got the flow

Pack a show, pimp the hoe

Make the dough re-up and go

Trick too slow? Chicks run dough

What's yo' handle what's yo' call

Where's the 'dro I'll smoke it all

Tell yo' name, state yo' game

I want the chips you have the fame

Nigga backbite, game ain't right

I'm dy-no-mite too out of sight

Hard to reach, arms can't touch

Run your jewels, rings and watch

You thug you jacked 'em murder contractor

Shut up dude! You're an actor

Lookin slick, when I come

You slum you dumb get some and gun



[Chorus]

We got that 'dro on the block, you come and get it

You want that blow and that rock, you come and get it

We keep the heat on the block, you gon' get it

For plenty bitches - woo - we diggin ditches - woo!



[Verse Two: Marc Live]

Yeah.. look, look look

I can bring you down, look

Killers in the game, never need the fame

Come wreck shop, put two in your brain

Blow sets up, go sex it up

Come see the kid, UHH, never did a bid (let's go)

Never got caught, never came short (yeah)

Never got shot, don't talk a lot

Just watch me, I tote the heat (yeah)

Light the weed up

Purple haze kush the scene up

Nighttime we eat the streets up

Get set, get ready

I spit, come crazy

20 Chevys, payload real heavy

... You lazy

Don't hate me



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: Kool Keith]

I'll beat it in the great lane

Take the intestines out your {?}

Who's standin on top of the mountain on top of yo' great dane

It's all love, grab a beer, life is great mayne

John came through yesterday, he was no Fefferday{?}

Now Thanksgiving is over, I cut the grass a little bit

Above beyond the perfect task, strings around yo' ass

Michael Myers, brother knew lots, saavy

We golden lover, a hundred fifty-five pounds, the Golden Glover

With Bob {?} in Madison Square

Can I get in where I fit in, you don't mind I'm not invited

Mr. Polystein, can I have a piece of yo' bread

Can I barge and piss on top of who's large

Your cholesterol, your high blood pressure

Now how Lucy used too much cream in the coffee

The doctor said y'all feedin the family too much marger-ine

Uncle Fedley screamin out, the {?} workin the boy too hard

Birds flyin by my rockin chair, you can sit here grandma

I'ma rake them leaves, I'ma piss right here in the garden

Now Bo {?} said he's losin his hair, I don't got the mange

Now he's actin strange



[Chorus x2]