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In the House

Califa Thugs

Califa Thugs [Bonus Tracks]

2001

to battle
The Silencer with amuniton
Strappin 7 hollows
Southern Cali be the state
No mistake fuck a fake
And I be the one creepin around
Deigo every day

really do get cash

Feeling like Mr.Klaus
I'm walking round with this big bag
Knocking em down Goliath
I know niggas be BIG mad
Keeping my social distance

(ooh)
I know i told you
That I was taken over
FRAN CIS CO
ooooooooohh Press rewind i wanna hear it again

[Kanye West]
Mr. West is in the buildin',
Swagga

Wreckshop boys be coming up wrecking ay yo)
(get off me dog let me in here, hey baby this Lil' Skeezie baby I'm off the Heezie
I'm ten years old and I

and then I mixed it
Spot solidified at the top, position fixed in
My heart and soul goes into every little bit of this
I got intent and the drive, so fuck

Bottoms, 7 Jeans
Winter time she rock this, no boots
I'm on the remix bitch I stay in the booth
The gas (?) Never smoke that hookah
Going slow motion

the bitches in the back
You suck my dick (Veeh)
I’m the type of nigga
That like fight fire wit fire
Once you get punched by my rival
It’s at least gon be wire

that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)

So-so
I did this last year right?

fuckin' murder by this ballpoint in my right hand
Assassinatin' these beats and I don't need no fuckin' hype man
I quench your bitch's thirst, and I don't

wonder can we get a room lady
Can we get a room baby

Look at this bad mufucka posted up on da wall
I'm tryna walk up to her see if I can make panties fall

bad deeds break the scale cause what's accounted
I'm nonstop with consistency my repetition presto
If I don't make it up then just consider this my

nigga don't play
And my flow hot, like may
Shawty fuck with me she hear my diamonds singing Yoncé
And I smoke pot, broad day
This that northern Cali

A92
Fumez the Engineer, Plugged In
Gang

Yo, Charlie
I like this one
92 baby
It's K

I'll swing my arm in a figure of eight
Or I won't

for some lead
Lemme feed you up lil boy but I ain't breaking bread
I know what you hungry for, finna fill it in your head
Let me load up my nine

swervin' in that Bentley like
I'm 'bout to crash it
I'm out in Cali with the gang
I'm smokin' Calabasas
I went too hard in this shit
I got my boys in this

Hate It or Love It

The Singing Machine

Hip Hop/R&B, Vol. 1

2005

the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart

by obedience
Gods at the door dogs watch how we feeding this
Givin scraps tasty raps in this primal existence
Traditions of self love boost up our

'm the author
Type the next a text a bar about how I ought do whatever
When we come together
Shinning like a gold tooth
Lil dirt but chu know I told the whole

the AM,

Paris by the PM 

Real life we ain't kiddin'

I bet chu she lookin' at Karissa like, 
he's trippin

Na baby on this side we winnin'
Never slippin'

I’m getting
Super lit with bae
Got her dressing just like Vicki Vale
I’m dipped like Mr. Wayne

Told my Alfred bring a hundred Swishers cause this ain’t

[Intro: Bow Wow]
(Whoo)
I'm sayin
If I walk in da club
And uh
I could sense that lil mama been drinkin too much
This what I tell her
(I told her hop

6 Foot 7 Foot

Karmin

Covers, Vol. 1

2011

I'm a keep on doing this stuff
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Okay,

just cause you got a lil chest on you
You could act tough Nigga the chopper still rip the flesh on you
Mask up Nigga this for everything they kept from

ain't never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it's not for debate
I've been runnin' up that money