CHORUS 1:
Tell the West, twist up a doja sack
Why, CalDoJa’s back
Ain’t no way that they can stop me now
Try to put me in the ground and I zombie’d out, yeah

REPEAT

VERSE 1:
They tried to hold me down to the ground, submission
Now I’m back up and ain’t a damn day bitchin’
Ima roll up in the kitchen, take all the product
Throw up my deuces, tell em all holler

On twitter with theyr ten fingers twitchin’
I don’t give a fuck if your trippin Ima do it,
one breathe a a time, dumb def on the rhyme
Until it’s done like 70 times

Keep it old school like a flip top Nintendo
Pack that bowl up call it techmo...Lights your hands up like your tripping to some dead mous5 techno
Ye hoes, that’s how the fuckin' West goes

RIP shows, keep em on their God blessed tip toes,
Top 10 homie, top that
Eat so much that I can’t even digest
and they  All want a piece of the pie, what am I top chef

The mic phone is an object that I wreck
I object to you standing on my continent 
I’m next, playboy, I checked
and when I’m in SD, I’m throwing up West Side

So let’s ride, and go’on get it
Still got the D on my New Era fitted 
From TJ to LA, Kush is my cologne and they smell me
All over PB like jelly

CHORUS 2: 
Tell the West, twist up a doja sack
Why, CalDoJa’s back
Ain’t no way that they can stop me now
Try to put me in the ground and I zombie’d out, yeah

REPEAT

VERSE 2: 
You ain’t seen a muscle till you seen me flex
But I don’t move one muscle ‘til I see them checks
Till then I’m rollin’ down the street like a BMX
Gettig my bark on to DMX

Hold noff on making movies and make moves
A couple hundred grand in the pocket, that’ll do
Now I’m back to rappin’, smacking all these fools
Who try to jump on the mic and act like they is smooth

Killin em slow’ They must be gay the way they feeling him so
About to boss up, call it “Z-Billiam”
Rap on any beat, the chameleon, 
Trip the fuck out like Terry Gilliam

Fear and Loathe original flows
while  Doj just pop bottles and roll sensie tight
And I party like the fucking world ends tonight
If it does then I guess that means we friends for life

If not, it’s breakfast, what’s next, check this
Go and get my checklist, what’s that Wreck shit, bet that
Don’t forget to mark of the ones  that say
dope it like a meth lab and ref it like chess match

yeah, Caldoj got the best batch 
all I need is a fucking aprin and a chef hat
show em ent, we gonna rep that, 
straight to the death, now let me go get my breathe back

Yeah, it’s the champion
Tell ‘em sleep on it, go and take an ambien
Put a week on it, till you understand me son
If you could see a thousand leagues you couldn’t fathom, thus

Ima run up my tab til im sittin on a tilday
Pop me some bottles , have a field day 
And I don’t wanna here a sound when I touch down
but “puff, cough”
From the state where they never take the dubs off
​
CHORUS 3:
Tell the West, twist up a doja sack
Why, CalDoJa’s back
Ain’t no way that they can stop me now
Try to put me in the ground and I zombie’d out, yeah

REPEAT

​-CalDoJa

The Harvest

Tell The West

CHORUS 1:
Waiting for the day I see my brothers again
Until then it’s my paper pad smothered in pen
And I know before too long, it’s all be gone
’til the Armageddon dawns I will sing my song

And I give my heart to my sisters, my brothers
Your love is my drug, my downer and my upper, come on
I’ve seen the good die young, I’m an old man now
Guess that’s means I’ma, guess that means that I’ma

VERSE 1:
Put on my shirt of lead
And run and hunt the devil down until he’s dead
But for now I gotta let the dead bury the dead
For he has work for me here on earth instead

So I say my prayers and I bow my head
Lord I solemnly promise I vow my best
And I can never stop pouring my drink or pumpin’ my chest
Cause I can never forget those I laid to rest

Time to keep on ticking like a time bomb
And stay kicking out them raps like a boombox
Work the clock until all of my time is gone
And point to Chris whenever they asking who rocks

Rap until I throw up or spit up
Never take a breath it’s just a hiccup
My heart and soul goes into living my life
There ain’t no need to live it twice as long as I live it right

CHORUS 2:
Waiting for the day I see my brothers again
Until then it’s my paper pad smothered in pen
And I know before too long, it’s all be gone
’til the Armageddon Dawns I will sing my song

And I give my heart to my sisters, my brothers
Your love is my drug, my downer and my upper, come on
I seen the good die young, I’m an old man now
I Guess that’s means I’ma bad mother ….

VERSE 2:
So if tonight was the last night that I had left
Lord, if tomorrow at sunrise was my last breath
I’d just be livin, livin it up, giving the world hell
And hoping that I’m going to heaven

And I know, it’s been said by the legend Led Zeppelin
But these bitches still trying to buy their stairway to heaven
I’m just trying to buy it with my blood sweat and tears
and the words that you gave me to speak to all my peers

But the devil says DoJa, rock your chain homie
More money, more power, more fame
Let your balls swang ‘til they scream your name
But I don’t wanna play that game

I’m just one man, searching for that one hit, that one line
That can withstand the sands of time
Lord knows that I’m ready to die...I’m just here
to give em something to remember me by while I’m

CHORUS 3:
Waiting for the day I see my brothers again
Until then it’s my paper pad smothered in pen
And I know before too long, it’s all be gone
’til the Armageddon dawns I will sing my song

And I give my heart to my sisters, my brothers
Your love is my drug, my downer and my upper, come on
I’ve seen the good die young, I’m an old man now
I Guess that’s means I’ma bad mother ….

VERSE 3:
Wait he ain’t young enough homies, he ain’t 16
He can’t dance like N’sync and he aint no Justin Beibs
Hold up, I don’t give a fuck, If I was 99
I would still do my thing if I could find the time

And as preposterous as that might seem
I stay demonsterous to all these fucking whack MCs
I’m up late nights, I write tight and tap light green
’Cause “The Beibs” could never lay a rap like me

But they saying that maybe it’s not meant to be...still
Not my destiny, but for now the recipe is chronic smoke
and not giving a fuck what anyone says to me 
Go’on give them the best of me,
‘til I get my pedigree as MC of the century

They telling me the beat is on flame boy, it better be 'cause
I will spit up on that 'itch like I’m trippin off amphetamines you might need some sedatives to stop me from my rhetoric
and if I ever run out of breath it’s, “Chris, let ‘er rip!”

CHORUS 4:
Waiting for the day I see my brothers again
Until then it’s my paper pad smothered in pen
And I know before too long, it’s all be gone
’til the Armageddon dawns I will sing my song

I give my heart to my sisters, my brothers
Your love is my drug, my downer and my upper, come on
I’ve seen the good die young, I’m an old man now
​I guess that’s means I’ma bad mother …

The Good Die Young

Women Lie Men Lie (Remix)

I can't live without creating. When I don't create I feel like I'm bursting at the seems.

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The Devil's Love...

FIFO (David Mayson remix)

one of my first songs, still one of my favorites

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SHOW 'EM!

fun and fun and fun &....um...totally awesome...i guess :)
I really like this beat, so...i killed it. Enjoy hip hop heads!

-CalDoJa

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" ...i just tinker in the human condition and metaphysics..."
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