Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A$AP Rocky - R-Cali Lyrics

Here is something new from ASAP Rocky called ‘R. Cali’. This is taken from the soundtrack to the ‘Grand Theft Auto V’ video game.

R-Cali Lyrics by A$AP Rocky

[Verse 1]
Niggas pistol poppin' like it's 1999
I was 9, maybe 10, then again, nevermind
Press rewind, back in time before rappers droppin' dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliches all in they rhymes
That was Gucci, Prada and anything 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 eaves droppers, fuck these choppas I’m about it
Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa, yeah you odder but I’m hotter
Car jackin', pistol packin', mothafuckin' choppers clappin'
Metal jacket, automatic, magazines, head-on traffic
Fenders smashin', windows crashin', pants sagging, fuck your fashion
Yeah a nigga run Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen
It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
Groupies, boppers, they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins
They hatin', a lotto, medulla oblongata

From New York to San Andreas and all around the world
I'm goin' back to Cali, yeah, I'm goin' back to Cali
From New York to San Andreas, I'm screamin' "fuck the world"
I'm goin' back to Cali, yeah, I'm goin' back to Cali

[Verse 2]
Maserati like Atari with no car keys, push and start it
New Bugatti, two Bugattis, Testarossa, blue Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumpin', me not worried, rastafari
This the hardest, supersonic, systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cooler garments, set my goals, a few accomplished
Shoot at targets, you the target, movin' targets, new accomplice
Killed the game and still, regardless, beat the charges, do the honours