A$AP Rocky - R. Cali (OST Grand Theft Auto V) - vk.com/soundvor | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• A$AP Rocky
• R. Cali (OST Grand Theft Auto V) - vk.com/soundvor

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999
I was nine maybe ten, then again, never mind
Press rewind, back in time, before rappers' droppin' dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliches all in they rhymes
Now it's Gucci, Prada and anythin' designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava
They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka, blocka
Choppas on eavesdroppers, fuck these choppas, I’m about it
Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa
Yeah, you outer, but I’m hotter
Car jackin', pistol-packin', mothafuckin' choppers clappin'
Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic
Fenders smashin', windows crashin'
Pants saggin', fuck your fashion
Yeah a nigga run Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen
They fit Gucci, Escada and anythin' designer
Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins
They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata

[Hook]
From New York to San Andreas and all around the world
Goin' back to Cali, yeah, yeah, goin' back to Cali
New York to San Andreas, I'm screamin', \"Fuck the world\"
I'm goin' back to Cali, yeah, yeah, goin' back to Cali, uh

[Bridge: Aston Matthews]
Nigga was braggin'
I’m really out here boolin' on the West Side
You know what I’m sayin? West, you know what I mean?
Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean?
Just seein' careful out here, lookin' out for the enemies
Cous', you already know how we get down, cous'
Fuck killin' these cous', I don't want to see that, cous'
We killin' everythin', anythin' movin'
Shit, I'm shootin', I'm shootin' at niggas on the site, cous'
You already know, yeah, I've caught you slippin'
Y'all can be back, nigga
He ain't copped that, fuck that Blood
Niggas slippin' on the cous', cous'
I had to make that happen wit' this solo

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Maserati like Atari, wit' no car keys, push to start it
New Bugatti, two Bugattis, Testarossa, blue Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumpin', me no worried, Rastafari
This the hardest, supersonic, systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cooler garments
Set my goal up, you accomplished
Shoot a target cause you the target
Movin' targets, new accomplish
Killed the game and still regardless
Beat the charges, do the honors