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I'm from killa, killa Cali We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies Palm trees and kush smoke Good weather and baddies In the city you could lose your life Gotta move to the valley Killa 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 Becoming a bum, the chances is young Gang bangers on every corner, that's who we become Influenced by the big homie, how it prolly begun Go through hell, but if you make it out, you won Floor seats at staples center where Gigi was In Oakland inside 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-towners new here 'cause the weather and ladies In L.A. the next superstars in the making Athletes and actors, we produce the greatest Rappers and trappers, nigga, we produce the greatest From the same place, some of the greatest got taken I'm from killa, killa Cali We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies SongtextePalm trees and kush smoke Good weather and baddies In the city you could lose your life Gotta move to the valley 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 dog, man, I wish I would've been there Pac got killed in Vegas, it's like he got killed here Shug got black balled, he went to jail and y'all still scared Buddhist den put my homies in wheelchairs Got survivors guilt 'cause I'm still here Purple vault, I see cloudiness in codeine How they let Michael Jack be a dope fiend Nigga, you trippin', what the doctor should've told him Eazy died while tryna make it right with his old team Nate gone, Dolla gone, Big Braze too Mac Miller, Marylin Monroe, my city painful From a city where legends get haloed In Los Angeles, we lost angels I'm from killa, killa Cali We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies 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 killa, killa Cali We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies 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 killa, killa Cali We ride Low Lows, Chevys, and Caddies Palm trees and kush smoke Good weather and baddies In the city you could lose your life Gotta move to the valley Aus Songtexte Mania