BLACK KNIGHTS

BLACK KNIGHTS - Killa Cal Lifestyle lyrics

(feat. P.C., P Nut)

[Intro: Doc Doom]

Uh, what? Black Knights, nigga

Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea, West Coast

Uh-huh, yea, Killa Cal Lifestyle

Yea, uh-huh, yea, yea, yea

Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea

Yea, yea..

[Crisis]

The ghetto got us trapped that's why we bust gats

Flush crack, fuck raps, blast first, bust back

Trust that it's a must that, we regulate

Never hesitate, on the paper chase

Go all out, hollow-tips until ya fall out

Wildly raised, highly praised, addicted to rowdy ways

A lot of cold nights and cloudy days

Get me set-trippin', wet dippin', Moet sippin'

When the Tec's spitten, we leave more than sweat drippin'

On and off, Northern course, blast gats at their horse

We usin' force, no remorse and niggas slackin' on these laws

Against the top notch, cream of the crops

So keep ya glocks cocked, keep ya spot hot

Scorch to pistol-whippin' and hit ya fortune

[P.C.]

Yo we got somethin' for you, hear more of this, fag

Hit a nigga with a quick stiff rigormortis jab

Knock his eye out his socket, take the chocolate tai out his pocket

And Knights watch, now we're real nigga rocket

It's a shame, paid all that money for that chain

End up slain, +Fuckin' With the Wrong Nigga+, man

Black khakis with peanut clang

We bang with Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang

[Chorus x5: Doc Doom (Crisis)]

+Killa Cal Lifestyle+ (+Killa Cal Lifestyle+

Where it's hunt or be hunted, drunken, weed blunted

Nigga bring it if you really want it)

[Doc Doom]

What the fuck, fool?

Yo, I'm from the home of the set-trip, where ya man-hood is tested

Constantly on some next shit, anybody could catch it

Killa Cali warfare, orange hair smoke

Fuck and leave hoes broke, Cali ain't no joke

There's no hope, niggas gon' slang dope

Gang bang and hit licks to get chips, like "Why not risk it all?"

Money's the principal, fuck if I slip and fall

Fuck it I'm dippin' dog, my click and all

Will empty out clips on y'all clowns

Poppin' that bullshit, in Killa Cal we pull quick

Let off a round and let 'em know where the fuck they're at

We keep it strapped in this Killa Cal habitat

Because it's like that

[Chorus x4]

[Monk]

Niggas don't play in Killa Californ-I-A

Where I stay, yes bodies lay in the alley way

The way of life I live is fucked up

That's why I smoke blunts and get drunk

In Killa Cal we dip down blocks and let the sounds bump

On seventeens, our rocks spin like these

Bitch Please, you know you pause when you see the D's

Stocked up on the ring-a-lo and six-fo'

It's summertime, you know we floss down Crenshaw

+4 Sho Sho+, we catch ya slippin' at the wrong light

Your things is my thangs and that's on, Black Knights

Live by the code, the rider's code is what I live by

If I'm empty, reload and let the slugs fly

[Chorus x4]

[unknown female singer: x6]

The life we live is just the life that we live

[Chorus x4]

[unknown female singer: x4]

The life we live is just the life that we live

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