Текст (слова) песни: Celly Cel f B-Legit, E-40 - Killa Kali

Verse 1 *(Celly Cel)*

A slave to the hood, have no money in my pants,
rollin wit some heat to make a mutha fucka dance,
had a chance to bubble, had my hustle but I blew that,
I walked up in the gun store, an ran out wit a new gat,
a double four, I don`t want my million dolla mission,
211, bitches kissin on my chrome wit skrilly in my vision,
can`t move wit out the mail, wanna hustle,
so I figga I go out there when they posted up an rush a nigga.

Verse 2 *(E-40)*

But I can go anotha way, (notha way)
hopefully tighter, (tighter)
but if I slip, I slip,
dislocated my hip its suicidal,
that`s my new get back,
all kinds listen to that flavor,
the racateerin, racateerin,
copy bootin-legger,
or however, whatever,
long as the weathers clever,
my feelin the house might become a snitch fo the boss,
ain`t no tellin, ain`t no tellin,
on to meltin, meltin, meltin, meltin,
make a nigga bleed fo the skrilla

Verse 3 *(B-Legit)*

Three drunk niggaz wit they gages loaded,
55 kicks, an them Asian hoes,
but I don`t wanna beef, cuz the game be fake,
strip a mutha fucka fo his cars a must,
tagged up a 600 SEL,
a three way split, me, 40, an Cel,
about my mail I was bound to have,
see you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage.

Chorus x2 *(Celly Cel, E-40, B-Legit)

50 ways to get my scratch on fool,
I`m a killa fo the skrilla, that`s what we do,
It`s, ah, fo the skrilla, I did it fo the skrilla,
see I`m nuthin but a killa doin dirt fo the skrilla.

Verse 4 *(B-Legit)*

Landlord, landlord,
where you at??
I`m hidin in the bushes wit a baseball bat,
I need that sack that you made today,
or watch me turn into Willie Mays.

Verse 5 *(Celly Cel)*

On a mission fo my mail,
an you know fo sho we gonna get it,
it`s the first bitch, gimme yo check so I can flip it,
an when I do, she ain`t gonna see a penny of this shit,
cryin havin fits, but I`m in it fo the skrilla bitch.

Verse 6 *(E-40)*

Gotta fertilize yo cash an make it greener,
electrictronic scale triple beamer,
juss as sneaky as I wanna be, trifle do,
fuck goin by the hood an stick it to them hoes.

Verse 7 *(B-Legit)*

Tenants are livin on the card, them hoes,
City Bank Visa, but the card is stole,
retail price, juss pay me half,
but you gotta come right wit the cash.

*(Chorus)* x2

Verse 8 *(E-40)*

I done took a few heads fo the skrill Bay,
hope it don`t come back an haunt me,
got funk wit like seven different crews,
cuz I done jacked, kidnapped, an did dirt to them fools,
watch my back,
been lookin over my shoulder,
hella sneaky cuz I heard them niggaz got grenades,
I`m from the Bay so regardless what I`m caught up in, this tangle,
can`t get up out the Dodge, wit this federal beeper on my ankle.

Verse 9 *(B-Legit)*

Mutha fuckaz don`t ride fair no mo,
get snatched out the 9-6, 5 point 0,
took to the hills to get stapled man,
while a nigga ride off in a Stang.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Celly Cel f B-Legit, E-40 - Killa Kali Verse 1 (Celly Cel) A slave to the hood, have no money in my pants, rollin wit some heat to make a mutha fucka dance, had a chance to bubble, had my hustle but I blew that, I walked up in the gun store, an ran out wit a new gat, a double four, I don`t want my million dolla mission, 211, bitches kissin on my chrome wit skrilly in my vision, can`t move wit out the mail, wanna hustle, so I figga I go out there when they posted up an rush a nigga. Verse 2 (E-40) But I can go anotha way, (notha way) hopefully tighter, (tighter) but if I slip, I slip, dislocated my hip its suicidal, that`s my new get back, all kinds listen to that flavor, the racateerin, racateerin, copy bootin-legger, or however, whatever, long as the weathers clever, my feelin the house might become a snitch fo the boss, ain`t no tellin, ain`t no tellin, on to meltin, meltin, meltin, meltin, make a nigga bleed fo the skrilla Verse 3 (B-Legit) Three drunk niggaz wit they gages loaded, 55 kicks, an them Asian hoes, but I don`t wanna beef, cuz the game be fake, strip a mutha fucka fo his cars a must, tagged up a 600 SEL, a three way split, me, 40, an Cel, about my mail I was bound to have, see you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage. Chorus x2 (Celly Cel, E-40, B-Legit) 50 ways to get my scratch on fool, I`m a killa fo the skrilla, that`s what we do, It`s, ah, fo the skrilla, I did it fo the skrilla, see I`m nuthin but a killa doin dirt fo the skrilla. Verse 4 (B-Legit)* Landlord, landlord, where you at?? I`m hidin in the bushes wit a baseball bat, I need that sack that you made today, or watch me turn into Willie Mays. Verse 5 (Celly Cel) On a mission fo my mail, an you know fo sho we gonna get it, it`s the first bitch, gimme yo check so I can flip it, an when I do, she ain`t gonna see a penny of this shit, cryin havin fits, but I`m in it fo the skrilla bitch. Verse 6 (E-40) Gotta fertilize yo cash an make it greener, electrictronic scale triple beamer, juss as sneaky as I wanna be, trifle do, fuck goin by the hood an stick it to them hoes. Verse 7 (B-Legit) Tenants are livin on the card, them hoes, City Bank Visa, but the card is stole, retail price, juss pay me half, but you gotta come right wit the cash. (Chorus) x2 Verse 8 (E-40) I done took a few heads fo the skrill Bay, hope it don`t come back an haunt me, got funk wit like seven different crews, cuz I done jacked, kidnapped, an did dirt to them fools, watch my back, been lookin over my shoulder, hella sneaky cuz I heard them niggaz got grenades, I`m from the Bay so regardless what I`m caught up in, this tangle, can`t get up out the Dodge, wit this federal beeper on my ankle. Verse 9 (B-Legit) Mutha fuckaz don`t ride fair no mo, get snatched out the 9-6, 5 point 0, took to the hills to get stapled man, while a nigga ride off in a Stang. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Killa Kali: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/24398.html Все тексты песен: Celly Cel f B-Legit, E-40 » Celly Cel f B-Legit, E-40 - 4 Tha Scrilla » Celly Cel f B-Legit, E-40 - Killa Kali » Celly Cel f B-Legit, E-40 - Killa Kali » Celly Cel f B-Legit, E-40 - 4 Tha Scrilla Рекомендуем скачать: » Наталья Воробьева - Песочные часы » Николай Щедрин - Новогоднее восхождение » Николай Щедрин - Песенка Джерри (собаки породы копии) » Нина Иовчук - Черная полоса » Ночные Снайперы - Вот и все мои песенки » Нина Иовчук - Сон » Новиков Александр - ПОМНИШЬ, ДЕВОЧКА?.. » Николай Адаменко - Нам, увы, не дано возвращать... » Надежда Ишкулова - Романс Юным поэтам » Николай Шишулин - Как крест » Ночные Снайперы - Liest Viel » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Никомуникабельность » Новогодние песни - Старый новый год (А. Вознесенский) » Настя - Ноа Ноа » Николай Щедрин - Я головой ударился о камень » Николай Алексеев - Искусства чары в шорохе кулис... » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Бумажный голубок » Наталия Бутенко - Дорожная » Ночные Снайперы - Зовет дорога » Н.Подольская - Nobody hurt no one
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