Cali Kings Part 1 Lyrics - 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 

Got a wack-ass record deal but I signed before I read it 

But don't regret it, everything is so pathetic 

When the water's gettin deep you can drown or you can tread it 

I battle with finesse, like my niggaz giving quest 

In these ? ? ? we got props, we taking less 

So, don't touch that stereo 

Or your people will becoming to your burry, yo 

The ever sorry yo can blast, I'm here to blow it through the roof 

I snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes* 

Chorus 2x 

Verse three: baka boy 

Yo it's the ? ? with baka boys, rings and cali kings 

I've never been the one for police but like sing 

Every breath you take and every move I make 

Shot heard around the world from the golden state 

I'm off the ringer with mine, your jerry springer with yours 

Your gettin missed like a bitch and I can keep out your jaw 

You hold your mop and run shop 

Before I known to blow spots 

Baka boys ain't no choice so blastin on your block 

I hold it down in the crowd for cali kings 

And john p. and no p, no sing-sing 

Laser tape, my name shall be ? regularly great? 

I buy no plate, green trees roll, into lock and gate 

B-a-k-a-b-o-y 

Who would believe baka boys with the four eyes? 

And like primo and guru you know my steez 

Big shot to the city in the valley, cali kings 

Likwit crew coming through I pay due 

Cali kings, cali kings 

Chorus 2x