Body Y’all
[Intro]:
Yeah, yeah, nigga this is Cali (hahahaha, blaow!), nigga, this is Cali, the fuck you thought this was? Nigga, this is Cali, what?
[Chorus]:
Y'all gon' make me body y'all
Body all o' y'all, like para-pop-pop-pop
Body y'all, body y'all
Y'all gon' make me body-ody all o' y'all
Like para-pop-pop-pop
Nigga, this is Cali
[Verse 1]:
I'll be the first nigga to say I'm from the Bay
With MC Eiht in Murda Show, I had an A and the K
Now I can roll up in the Roverie? Joyce? in a Rolls Royce
Pull up on your bitch in a luxury car, my choice
It's Westside, not yo' average G's
Niggas bite the bullet in indo with chest cavities
Rules and regulations, watch us regulate Cali
From the mothafuckin' projects back down to the Valley
You can't come out here with no reprеsentation
Or get yo' ass caught up slippin' at the gas station, nigga
Gеt knocked the fuck out
And it's both our car, I'm just takin' it to my house
Hella D-rose and triple O, double OG's
Tryna get the California cheese
Put your mothafuckin' back out, strap on the side
Open up your chest 'bout this fuckin' wide
Niggas trip on colors and everybody know it
Gang task force on the scene, cocked and loaded
Bring your hoe if you want, put the bitch on the track
And if she fall off she ain't never come back, this is Cali
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]:
Yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all
I put his cherry pop on the wall y'all
You ain't never had a friend like me when the homies call
I'm still AmeriKKKa's Nightmare Dy-Dyin' 2 Ball
Jealous niggas still got me rollin' with the strap on the side
Bring my nigga Draco along fulla ridas
About the power and money, the riders and bitches
I got the thug disease and there ain't no cure for the sickness
And now I'm try-tryin' to get-a-get money like Mansa Musa
Don't fuck with my gelato, my cream, nigga, my gooda
Birds fly high thirty-thousand feet to be exact
Tracin' the package, makin' sure I got the right address
And when it land I'mma scream "touchdown" like NFL
'Cause I'm fresh out the belly of the beast and been through hell, nigga
Street general, wit' a few lieutenants
Had 15 niggas at yo' house in 20 minutes, what
It's MOB though
Shoot me in the chest and I bleed weed smoke
Mob style, pull like Sammy the Bull
Send a bird to the trap, use a bitch for the mule
This is Cali
[Chorus]
