Transplants:Killafornia

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“Killafornia”
Artist: Transplants
Albums: Haunted Cities (2005)
Composers: Armstrong/Aston/Louis Freese/Barker

This is Killafornia - home of the killas
Killafornia - home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia - home of the killas

[B-Real]
So many dreams that I'm chasing, so many fuckers are hating
Somebody show me you hate me, show me it all cause I'm waiting
Throw me a bone, I'll be beggin', only so much that I'm takin'
Handing your privates to Lincoln, misunderstood and complacent
You wanna stand for what medal, that ain't no Medal of Honor
You wanna strike like a general, but you wet the corner
Bringing a donor to honor, it's only fair that I warn ya
That I'm a killa from California, waiting for action and drama

[Skinhead Rob]
If you want it we got it from prostitutes to narcotics
Have you empty your pockets, I'm a fuckin' pro with the product
There ain't no way you can stop it, I just suggest that you drop it
These fuckers making me cock it 'cause they mistakingly mock us
I live from and baffled when they got me with scalpels
Never trying to be grappled that's why I aim for the apple
From the hood to the castle I'm still considered an asshole
Grand prize of the raffle, napalm and shrapnel

This is Killafornia - home of the killas
Killafornia - home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia - home of the killas

[B-Real]
Got the dreamers and schemers and the ballers with Beemers
So many leeches beneath us and they wishing they heed us
You'll Salute like a fetus, you can never defeat us
Bring all your heaters to heat us when you attempt to defeat us
You be try to imagine what happens when you impart with some garbage
Everything in life is so tragic, no matter who is the hardest
No matter who your god is, I'm telling you fuckers regardless
Don't even get me started, I can be so retarded

[Skinhead Rob]
It's like blessing from Satan, the world is mine for the taking
Bent over model of makin' and yet still I'm a shake 'em
We take the name that we breakin' any rules that you makin'
Ain't nothin' pertaining, I turn a pig into bacon
I'll save my aim for the fuzz and always make with the flog
Down with the spray at the club and let 'em say you were huevon
Bitch I'm a failure at love unless you cater to thugs
You can mess me with hugs I'll fuckin' kiss you with slugs

This is Killafornia - home of the killas
Killafornia - home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia - home of the killas

This is Killafornia - home of the killas
Killafornia - home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia - home of the killas