"the first up on the mic, is my homeboy xzibit *echoes*"
Verse one: xzibit
If it wasnt for the west
These rap niggaz wouldnt need a vest around they chest
Keeping bustin about, where you at? and what you owe, and what you drive?
So the day some niggaz come for you Im really not surprised
Mr. black bruce willis
Please dont kill us
I show mercy like kevorkian
Like a scorpion
I sting you from behind and put it in you
Meet me at the venue, put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Its the mc, I be the one that keeps the bitches hot
Xzibit living life, like a ball inside a ? riders slot?
Dripping everything cause you aint even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops; you aint did nothing
Jerry spring you out the studio, me and suge knight into the parking lot
Niggaz aint ready for all the shit Ive got
Look at yourself crushing xzibit with your tough talk
Thats like christopher reeves doing a crip walk
Chorus:
Cali kings is fresh out the box
Yeah, straight up, night on the rocks
*repeat*
Verse two: likwit
Knock your songs
Is defendin minor foes
Every squeeze I let a minute
? to freeze and stay cold?
I prepare to blast hoes
Cause they say these flows is lethal
Im peepin through my peephole
They sneekin up on me though
Rico got a pistol, nasa got a missile
Likwit got too drunk so now the party is official
I bounce until the end and still set it with bad credit
Got a wack-ass record deal but I signed before I read it
But dont regret it, everything is so pathetic
When the waters gettin deep you can drown or you can tread it
I battle with finesse, like my niggaz giving quest
In these ? ? ? we got props, we taking less
So, dont touch that stereo
Or your people will becoming to your burry, yo
The ever sorry yo can blast, Im here to blow it through the roof
I snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes*
Chorus 2x
Verse three: baka boy
Yo its the ? ? with baka boys, rings and cali kings
Ive never been the one for police but like sing
Every breath you take and every move I make
Shot heard around the world from the golden state
Im off the ringer with mine, your jerry springer with yours
Your gettin missed like a bitch and I can keep out your jaw
You hold your mop and run shop
Before I known to blow spots
Baka boys aint no choice so blastin on your block
I hold it down in the crowd for cali kings
And john p. and no p, no sing-sing
Laser tape, my name shall be ? regularly great?
I buy no plate, green trees roll, into lock and gate
B-a-k-a-b-o-y
Who would believe baka boys with the four eyes?
And like primo and guru you know my steez
Big shot to the city in the valley, cali kings
Likwit crew coming through I pay due
Cali kings, cali kings
Chorus 2x
