r - Cali (Explicit)
A$AP Rocky"r - Cali (Explicit)" is a song by A$AP Rocky, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:14 long and contains 41 lines and 227 words.
Lyrics
0:13Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999
0:15I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mind
0:18Press rewind, back in time, before rappers dropping dimes
0:22Trap or die, chopping pies, with clichés all in they rhymes
0:25Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer
0:28Money, power, the whole enchilada
0:31Commas, dollars, the greens and the guava
0:35They serve you to your flocka
0:36If you disrespect that blocka, blocka
0:38Choppers on eavesdroppers
0:39F**k these choppers I'm about it
0:41Grinding like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa
0:42Yeah, you outer but I'm hotter, right
0:45Carjacking, pistol packing, motherf**king choppers clapping
0:48Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic
0:51Window smashing, windows crashing
0:52Pants sagging, f**k your fashion
0:54Yeah, a ni**a run Manhattan
0:56Back in Cali's where it happen
0:57It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
1:00Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow
1:03It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins
1:07They hating a lot, medulla oblongata
1:48Maserati like Atari with no car keys, push to start it
1:51New Buggatti, two Bugattis
1:53Tesla Roadster, new Ferrari
1:54Lamborghini, system bumping
1:56Me no worried, Rastafari
1:57This the hardest supersonic
1:59Systematic, too retarded
2:00New Versace, new apartment
2:02Bigger closet, newer carpet
2:04Hit departments, cool it all
2:05Must set my goal if you accomplish
2:07Shoot a target, you the target
2:08Moving targets, new accomplish
2:10Kill the game but still regardless
2:12Beat the charges, do the honors
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Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999 I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time, before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, chopping pies, with clichés all in they rhymes Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer Money, power, the whole enchilada Commas, dollars, the greens and the guava They serve you to your flocka If you disrespect that blocka, blocka Choppers on eavesdroppers F**k these choppers I'm about it Grinding like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa Yeah, you outer but I'm hotter, right Carjacking, pistol packing, motherf**king choppers clapping Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic Window smashing, windows crashing Pants sagging, f**k your fashion Yeah, a ni**a run Manhattan Back in Cali's where it happen It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins They hating a lot, medulla oblongata Maserati like Atari with no car keys, push to start it New Buggatti, two Bugattis Tesla Roadster, new Ferrari Lamborghini, system bumping Me no worried, Rastafari This the hardest supersonic Systematic, too retarded New Versace, new apartment Bigger closet, newer carpet Hit departments, cool it all Must set my goal if you accomplish Shoot a target, you the target Moving targets, new accomplish Kill the game but still regardless Beat the charges, do the honors . . .
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