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When you sing la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Stoner Hate has got your back
California's been invaded by a hippy psychopath
When you sing la, la,
a minute

Why what't the matter

Well I'm just not really sure if I really want to go back to California

Hey listen I don't care Fisherman I told you
California to the Florida Keys, we be
Slangin the WORD, while they smokin they're herb
And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the curb
Then swerve back in place,
She asked me not to hate her, said she's sorry
But leavin's what she felt she had to do

So the day she left she made it two hundred miles south
Did
California to the Florida Keys, we be
Slangin the WORD, while they smokin they're herb
And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the curb
Then swerve back in place,
combination 3,2,1, (which only I know)
And I've just seen by mentor Dr No
California sun is on the radio let's go

I just want to reach the radio star
I
She asked me not to hate her, said she's sorry
But leavin's what she felt she had to do

So the day she left she made it two hundred miles south
Did
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
Two bucks an hour
You can hire a car
You can go most anywhere
That depends on who you are
You can be your own boss
Takin' your own time
The sun
that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please can I have another hit
The dope man said cluck I don't give a shit
If your girl kneels
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves on my
All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin' 



But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing 



A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
Four minutes and counting. 
O.K. 
They pressed the button, Jim. 
They pressed the button Billy, what button? 
The big red one. 
You mean
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
Prayer 

God bless California, Arizona, North Dakota, Texas, Maine, New Hampshire, Ohio and New York, of course
The forty-eight contiguous
And the two
I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em
Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em
What can I say? Cal-I-for-ni-A
Where
I can just hear her voice fall as I wait here alone
How can so much harm be done by just two minutes spent on the phone 
You say that things will
the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
[Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em
So
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please can I have another hit
The dope man said cluck I don't give a shit
If your girl kneels
niggas on the spot

Chorus 

Verse 2: Master P 

How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people 
and they get mad over the things you