Body Y’all

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, nigga this is Cali (Hahahahahahahahaha, 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 When MC Eiht in Murda Show, I had an A and the K Now I can roll up in the robber? rejoice? 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 and 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 represеntation Or get yo' ass caught up slippin' at the gas station, nigga Get knockеd 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] 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 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 called 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-tryna get-a-get money like Mansa Musa Don't fuck with my gelato, my cream, nigga, my gouda 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 M-O-B 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 yo' bitch for the mule This is Cali [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