Текст, перевод и аккорды “Killafornia”
- feat. B-Real [Chorus: Rob Aston] This is Killafornia! Home of the killers Killa killafornia Home of the killers smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killers [Verse 1: B-Real] So many dreams that I'm chasin' So many fuckas are hatin' Somebody show me the hatin Show me a gun cause I'm waitin' Throw me a bone I'll be beggin' Only so much that I'm takin' Pain in your privates still achin' Misunderstood and complacent You want to settle with mettle There ain't no medal of honor You want to strike like a general but you end up like a goner Bring your frirnd if you wanna It's only fair that I'll warn ya I'm a killer from California Ready for action and drama [Verse 2: Rob Aston] If you want it we got it from prostitutes to narcotics Have you empty your pockets I'll fuckin' blow with the product Runnin' away you can't stop it I just suggest that you drop it These fuckers making me cocky Cause they mistakin' me, mockin' I'll leave 'em brain dead and baffled When they come here with scaffles Never tryin to be gaffled that's why I aim for the apple From the hood to the castle I won't stand for the hassle Grand prize for the raffle? Napalm and schrapnel [Chorus: Rob Aston] This is Killafornia! Home of the killers Killa killafornia Home of the killers smoke clears only one winner Killafornia home of the killers [Verse 3: B-Real] got the dreamers and schemers And the ballers 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 [Verse 4: Rob Aston] 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 cause And always make with the glove down with the spray at 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 piss you with slugs
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