(Rob sing the chorus):
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This is Killafornia home of the killas
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Killafornia home of the killas
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smoke clears only one winner
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Killafornia home of the killas
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(B. Real sing in this part):
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So many dreams that I'm chasing,
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so many fuckers are hating
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Somebody show me you hate me,
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show me it all cause I'm waiting
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Throw me a bone I'll be beggin',
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only so much that I'm takin'
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Handing your privates to Lincoln,
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misunderstood and complacent
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You wanna stand for what medal,
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that ain't no medal of honor
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You wanna strike like a general,
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but you wet the corner
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bringing a donor to honor
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It's only fair that I warn ya that I'm a killa from California ,
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waiting for action and drama
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(Rob sing in this part yeah is great):
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If you want it we got it,
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from prostitutes to narcotics
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Have you empty your pockets,
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i'm a fucking pro with the product
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there ain't no way you can stop it
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I just suggest that you drop it
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these fuckers making me cock it
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cause they mistakingly mock us
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i live from ? and baffled
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when they got me with scalpels
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never trying to be grappled
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that's why i aim for the apple
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from the hood to the castle
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I'm still considered an asshole
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grand prize of the raffle
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napalm and shrapnel
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(Rob sing the chorus):
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This is Killafornia home of the killas
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Killafornia home of the killas
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smoke clears only one winner
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Killafornia home of the killas
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[B.Real]
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got the dreamers and schemers
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And the baller's with Beemers
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so many leeches beneath us
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and they wishing they heed us
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You'll Salute like a fetus
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you can never defeat us
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bring all your heaters to heat us
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when you attempt to defeat us
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you be try to imagine what happens
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when you impart with some garbage
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everything in life is so tragic
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no matter who is the hardest
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no matter who your god is
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I'm telling you fuckers regardless
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Don’t even get me started
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I can be so retarded
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(Rob sing in this part):
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It's like blessing from satan
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the world is mine for the taking
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bent over model of makin
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and yet still I'm a shake em
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we take the name that we breakin
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any rules that you makin'
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Ain't nothin pertaining
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I turn a pig into bacon
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I’ll save my aim for the fuzz
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And always make with the flog
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down with the spray at the club
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and let em say you were huevon
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bitch i'm a failure at love
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unless you cater to thugs
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you can mess me with hugs
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I'll fuckin kiss you with slugs
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(Rob sing the chorus):
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This is Killafornia home of the killas
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Killafornia home of the killas
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smoke clears only one winner
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Killafornia home of the killas.
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(Rob again):
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This is killafornia home of the killas
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killafornia home of the killas
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smoke clears only one winner
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killafornia home of the killas
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suenan patrullas
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Killafornia
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| The Transplants |
