Cali Kings Part 1 by Xzibit
"the first up on the mic, is my homeboy xzibit *echoes*"
Verse one: xzibit
If it wasn't for the west
These rap niggaz wouldn't 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 I'm really not surprised
Mr. black bruce willis
Please don't 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 ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops; you ain't did nothing
Jerry spring you out the studio, me and suge knight into the parking lot
Niggaz ain't ready for all the shit I've got
Look at yourself crushing xzibit with your tough talk
That's 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
I'm 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
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