[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