Game
"It ain't never mother fucken cold enough to rock no mother fucken chinchilla out here nigga and timbos to heavy to run from the fucken police man in my mother fucken converse"

Chourus
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word keep a gun on me and I love NY but it's California till I die one more time in killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word push that range rover when I'm in NY but I love the way Impalas drive

I take the fat laces in n out them converse I put them hollow tips and a nigga if he converse about me and my niggar and how we use to have priors like richer yeah I paint that picture I use to have visions of retiring like jigga five albums later acquiring those figures I'm that nigger if I don't get no bigger I'm back in the hood lettin the 4 0 flicker from a brown paper bag 4 0 sipper and push a rock without knowing no clippers on my nephews life I never met no nigger rich or poor nigger that couldn't make a O bigger

Chourus
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word keep a gun on me and I love NY but it's California till I die one more time in killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word push that range rover when I'm in NY but I love the way Impalas drive

Billboard
It's just me chuck and some nigger I'm raised with first niggers red chucks new york pavement whips and chains like we on that slave shit never seen queens bridge on that brave shit niggas see the grave quick livin the fast life In cali we burnt out new yorkers mad trif tells niggas once so they don't ask twice ain't that right chuck? I'm a hot non 7 never been out of compton if it wasn't game I probably never see harlem we goona take jones to the knickers in garden let him fuck a blood bitch in a dirty apartment niggers know forvidi on that hard shit but don't don't know billboard give em a hard clip sometime revolvers no shells no nothin and I love the east cost but fuck joe buddens

Chourus
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word keep a gun on me and I love NY but it's California till I die one more time in killa kali we don't rock timbos or fur all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word push that range rover when I'm in NY but I love the way Impalas drive

Billboard
Man it ain't shit like being a black wall street soilder out here in killa kali the west side of compton you know what Im saying Ice cream trucks bad traffic swap meets sticky green coat club white tees chuck tallers nigger dickies it ain't nothin like it killa kali baby chuck taylor and the billboard black wall streets finest
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