[Chorus: Rob Aston]

This is Killafornia, home of the killers

Killa Killafornia, home of the killers

Smoke clears, only one winner

Killafornia, home of the killers

[Verse 1: B-Real]

So many dreams that I'm chasin', so many fuckers are hatin'

Somebody show me your hatin', show me the door 'cause I'm waitin'

Throw me a bone I'll be beggin', only so much that I'm takin'

Pain in your privates still achin', misunderstood and complacent

You want to settle with mettle, there ain't no medal of honor

You want to strike like a general but you end up like a goner

Bring your gun if you wanna, it's only fair that I'll warn you

That I'm a killer from California, ready for action and drama

[Verse 2: Skinhead Rob]

If you want it we got it, from prostitutes to narcotics

Have you empty your pockets, I'm fuckin' pro with the product

There ain't no way you can stop it, I just suggest that you drop it

These fuckers making me cocky 'cause they mistakin' me, mockin'

I'll leave 'em braindead and baffled when they come here with scaffles

Never tryin to be gaffled, that's why I aim for the apple

From the hood to the castle, I won't stand for the hassle

Grand prize for the raffle, napalm and shrapnel

[Chorus: Rob Aston]

This is Killafornia, home of the killers

Killa Killafornia, home of the killers

Smoke clears, only one winner

Killafornia, home of the killers

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Got the dreamers and schemers and the ballers with beamers

So many leeches beneath us and they wishing they heed us

You'll salute like a fetus, you can never defeat us

Bring all your heaters to heat us when you attempt to defeat us

You be try to imagine what happens when you impart with some garbage

Everything in life is so tragic no matter who is the hardest

No matter who your god is, I'm telling you fuckers regardless

Don't even get me started, I can be so retarded

[Verse 4: Rob Aston]

It's like blessing from Satan, the world is mine for the taking

Bent over model of makin and yet still I'm a shake em

We take the name that we breakin' any rules that you makin'

Ain't nothin pertaining, I turn a pig into bacon

I'll save my aim for the cause and always make with the glove

Down with the sprayin' the club and let 'em say who it was

Bitch, I'm a failure at love unless you cater to thugs

You can mess me with hugs, I'll fuckin piss you with slugs

[Chorus: Rob Aston]

This is Killafornia, home of the killers

Killa Killafornia, home of the killers

Smoke clears, only one winner

Killafornia, home of the killers