YG – Killa Cali Lyrics

YG – Killa Cali Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Killer Cali’ where I live, that’s where I’m from
Don’t overdose, don’t get killed where I’m from
The lights is bright, the parties is fun
Becomin’ a bum, the chances is young
Gangbangers on every corner, that’s who we become
Influenced by the big homie, how I probably begun
Go through hell, but if you make it out, you won
Floor seats at Staples Center, where Gigi was
In Oakland, it’s side shows on the daily
Out in the Bay, the splash brothers goin’ crazy
Out in L.A., it’s red and blue paisleys
Out of town, let’s move here ’cause the weather and ladies
In L.A., the next superstar is in the makin’
Athletes and actors, we produced the greatest
Rappers and trappers, nigga, we produced the greatest
From the same place some of the greatest got taken

[Chorus]
I’m from killer, killer Cali’
We ride low, low Chevy’s and Caddy’s
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you could lose your life, gotta move to the valley

[Verse 2]
Biggie got killed here, Whitney got killed here
Whitney overdosed, she died ’cause she got lit here
Pop Smoke got killed here, they took Nip’ here
And that’s my dawg, man, I wish I would’ve been there
‘Pac got killed in Vegas, it’s like he got killed here
Suge got blackballed, he went to jail and y’all still scared
Bullets done put my homies in wheelchairs
Got survivor’s guilt ’cause I’m still here
Purple vault, oxycodone and some codeine (Codeine)
How they let Michael Jack’ be a dope fiend? (Dope fiend)
Nigga, you trippin’ with the doctors, should have told him
Eazy died right tryna make it right with his old team
Nate gone, Dolla gone, B-Brazy too
Mac Miller, Marilyn Monroe, my city painful
From a city where the legend get halo’d (Halo’d)
In Los Angeles, we lost angels

[Chorus]
I’m from killer, killer Cali’
We ride low, low Chevy’s and Caddy’s
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you could lose your life, gotta move to the valley
I’m from killer, killer Cali’
We ride low, low Chevy’s and Caddy’s
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you could lose your life, gotta move to the valley

[Outro]
I’m from killer, killer Cali’
We ride low, low Chevy’s and Caddy’s
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you could lose your life, gotta move to the valley