Lyrics:
T.R.E.
'Ll roll with ya
When ya think ya outta my reach
I let the 4 hit ya
Underestimatin' lil daddy
Gon get ya shook
Stretched out cold
Ya
Pistel packin
Never slacking
Big Scale’la Killa
On the biggest scale on my island striptease countin dollars pound cake from her momma pussy water I
'm comin to see her; I'll be in Kali for Christmas
If I'm dirty I'm gone drive cuz I want you to know
Mr. Bigg's in the muthafuckin show talking bout
working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
the Porshe
One day in my life it'll cost ya
Look away, look back I lost ya
I ain't a killa man but I will and I swear on my son
And my unborn daughter
You
The Book of Mystery evil in now standing at the gates of Kali. Who can svae The Kingdom of Kali? Is it destined to fall by the hands of the evil one? Only
on the beat, it's time to get up, get up
Watch me do my thing, cause it's Killa K on the beat
I'm talking bout Big K, not Lil' K, yeah, I did that
I been that, I
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
[Chorus]
So much drama in northern California
'Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
That's why I
andare, vai, basta un mio freestyle
Idiota, confondi Daddy con i Drive-By
Sì, Agon, Emis Killa
Ma ne manca ancora uno no?
Direttamente da Prato, Gabba
Made
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
the money all straight
Uh
Watch her go up
Down down
Watch her go up
Down down
Shawty body killa killa
Send them all to first forty-eight
I say
House by
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The nigga Dream done put it down again
Dream done put
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the are and be gorilla
Call the radio right now
The-Dream done put it down again
Dream done
work no resting
Yeah i Got it out da mud
So my muscles keep flexing
Imma Work killa
Can’t rest till the funds is up
Don’t call me a hustler
Lil baby imma
with the homies, roll through, do what I do
[Mr. Shadow]
In the coast where the best roam, you'll get your chest blown
Killa Kali be so strange you
découpe-les tous à la Deadpool
Découpe-les tous à la Deadpool
KillA découpe-les tous à la Deadpool
À la Deadpool, à la à la
I better lose myself in the music,
tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love
Get shown by the bone when I grab that chrome
Then I honk your dome
tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love
Get shown by the bone when I grab that chrome
Then I honk your dome
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