paroles de chanson Killa Kali - Celly Cel
(Talk)
Good
evening
Welcome
to
channel
187
Murder
1 News
Tonight
we
focus
on
the
city
of
Vallejo
in
the
state
of
California
Where
five
black
men
were
found
dead
at
the
water
front
From
various
gunshot
wounds
This
brings
the
homicide
rate
in
the
state
of
California
to
one
of
the
Highest
in
the
nation
And
is
now
known
to
you
as
killa
kali
(Verse
1)
The
state
of
California
niggas
call
it
killa
kali
Murder
weapons
in
the
river
bodies
found
in
the
alleys
Bring
the
yellow
tape
Body
bags
gettin
zipped
up
Heads
blown
off
wit
they
insides
ripped
up
Mobile
phones
flipped
up
Factors
callin
shots
Bitch
made
niggas
its
some
real
niggas
on
the
block
Cause
every
hood
got
a
trigga
happy
nigga
That
don't
give
a
f**k
about
puttin
two
in
your
liver
But
how
you
figure
you
can
do
dirt
and
stay
clean
Niggas
like
that
get
pronounced
dead
on
the
scene
Aint
no
winnin
teams
cause
everybody
taken
losses
in
they
hood
Reminiscin
on
they
niggas
man
I
wish
I
could
Bring
back
the
homies
that
I
lost
up
in
that
funk
season
Gotta
check
myself
or
let
that
alcohol
be
the
reason
So
I
just
poor
a
little
liquor
on
the
concrete
For
my
dead
homies
and
the
ones
who
aint
gone
see
the
streets
Locked
up
with
the
rest
of
the
locs
But
whatever
the
reason
my
folks
are
walkin
the
yard
Or
gettin
they
guts
some
Tryin
to
make
it
home
but
I
think
they
Safer
in
that
pin
cause
niggas
on
gin
be
lettin
them
Mack
10's
Bust
32
times
And
niggas
who
aint
in
it
gettin
shot
by
Standards
on
the
block
Smokin
like
bomb
Fools
given
up
they
cell
Gettin
sideways
leaven
them
t-shirts
soakin
wet
Retaliation
is
a
must
So
now
you
know
them
niggas
you
was
funkin
wit
Gone
be
at
yo
do
so
Keep
yo
hand
on
yo
nina
in
the
valley
Or
get
dumped
in
the
alley
F**kin
around
in
killa
kali
(Chorus
1)
Mothers
on
they
knees
Wit
tears
in
they
eyes
why
(Cause
killa
kali
is
the
state
of
the
drive
by)
Mothers
on
they
knees
Wit
tears
in
they
eyes
why
(Cause
killa
kali
is
the
state
of
the
drive
by)
(Chorus
2)
It's
killa
kali
It's
killa
kali
Buddahba
It's
killa
kali
It's
killa
kali
Buck
buck
It's
killa
kali
It's
killa
kali
Budduhba
It's
killa
kali
It's
killa
kali
Buck
buck
(Verse
2)
The
killins
on
Aint
even
safe
when
you
at
home
Whatever
dirt
you
do
Gone
follow
you
until
you
gone
So
pack
ya
chrome
And
handle
your
own
cause
potnas
tend
to
run
Walked
in
the
party
10
deep
and
only
left
wit
one
Real
nigga
on
your
team
But
you
know
how
it
is
Can't
even
trust
them
niggas
that
you
knew
since
you
was
kids
It
aint
no
thang
I
let
them
niggas
have
it
to
Bitch
up
and
I
switch
up
on
that
ass
before
I
blast
you
And
fools
better
watch
them
hoes
in
they
mix
Seen
them
choosen
and
you
bid
on
that
set
up
for
a
six
Foot
ditch
with
your
family
in
front
of
you
So
many
niggas
slip
That's
how
they
slide
a
bitch
up
under
you
I
wonder
whose
the
next
nigga
To
catch
a
bullet
for
sex
nigga
Thought
you
was
cock
until
they
chopped
you
with
them
tecs
nigga
I
think
the
game
is
on
its
last
leg
Trigga
happy
niggas
wit
no
heart
It
aint
no
used
to
be
For
your
life
Cause
out
here
they
quick
to
take
they
own
Snortin
that
Peruvian
On
Hennessey
you
know
they
gone
Cant
tell
a
nigga
shit
in
the
9-5
All
about
they
scrilla
doin
niggas
in
on
the
side
Bellin
through
yo
hood
buckin
fools
down
Gettin
caught
slippin
with
they
mutherf**kin
pants
down
Sleep
with
one
eye
open
in
the
valley
Cause
everything
you
love'll
get
smoked
up
in
killa
kali
(Chorus
1)
(Chorus
2)
(Verse
3)
California
niggas
be
plottin
on
fools
Jackin
mutherf**kers
for
them
daytons
And
leave
that
ol'
school
Sittin
on
with
yo
face
in
the
dash
Two
in
the
back
of
yo
head
Rip
yo
pockets
of
then
laugh
Then
you
got
them
fools
on
the
track
pullin
out
glocks
Pistol
whippin
niggas
till
they
drop
Reach
in
they
draws
and
take
they
rocks
They
money
They
rings
and
they
chains
Without
a
skimask
on
But
cant
complain
Its
all
in
the
game
Follow
one
of
them
ballers
to
they
residence
Tyin
niggas
up
Lookin
for
them
dead
presidents
Its
for
the
money
You
know
the
scratch
but
now
we
call
it
scrilla
It
turned
them
kali
niggas
into
straight
killas
Set
trippin
on
a
daily
basis
Vietnam
aint
shit
on
what
a
nigga
in
the
hood
faces
1-8-7
case
Cop
into
a
lesser
charge
Three
strikes
Hit
you
with
that
L
Lock
behind
bars
Bellin
wit
a
strap
Punks
seem
like
its
waitin
To
catch
a
nigga
slippin
or
get
killed
over
conversation
F**kin
wit
bitch
will
get
you
killed
quick
Niggas
let
they
hoes
mow
down
they
homies
on
the
real
beitch
Fools
come
to
kali
thinkin
club
med
Caught
up
in
the
cross
fire
when
them
sets
bump
heads
Keep
yo
hand
on
ya
nina
in
the
valley
Or
everything
you
love'll
get
smoked
up
in
killa
kali
(Chorus
1)
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