Killafornia lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Transplants Album: Haunted Cities
Lyrics
(Rob sing the 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 sing in this part): So many dreams that I'm chasing So many fuckers are hating Somebody show me you hate me Show me it all cause I'm waiting Throw me a bone I'll be beggin' 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 wanna strike like a general But you wet the corner 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 sing in this part yeah is great): If you want it we got it From prostitutes to narcotics Have you empty your pockets I'm a 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 us I live from ? and baffled When they got 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
(Rob sing the 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] Got the dreamers and schemers And the baller's with beemers 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 sing in this part): It's like 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 nothin pertaining I turn a pig into bacon I'll save my aim for the fuzz And always make with the flog Down with the spray at the club And let em say you were huevon 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
(Rob sing the chorus): This is killafornia home of the killas Killafornia home of the killas Smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killas
(Rob again): This is killafornia home of the killas Killafornia home of the killas Smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killas
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"Haunted Cities" album track list
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