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still posted by the stop sign where we turn fitted into halos when shots fired Southern California full of ghetto birds and Glock nines yellow tape purple
Peeped up inna house, around the corner damn em niggas just rolled up
Bay hoes offa dea days, took a trip went to California damn she had a glowed up
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
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
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
by my side aint no youngsters over here just real Gs that’s down to ride
You know I’m strictly rhymin true playa from the start and if u feelin luck
not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee
I am bound for California by way of stormy Cape Horn
And I will write
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
and pursued
By this notion that follows me around
My heart is hurting, my spirit?s burdened
I feel like a liar and a thief
For taking air, for being here
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
that I'll be running
And under the Christmas tree, together yet we will be
I promise
I'm gonna walk, if I have to run
I'll stand on the highway
Portland to Gainesville
From the great plains to Niagara
Route 66 straight to California
Electric lights carry the night
We move in 4/4 time
Our
I'm going back to California
If it's the last Thing
That I do
And I'm gonna take Him by the Hand
Tell Him, come on Kid you've got some Work to do
the road from Nevada took me straight to California
Crossed the canyons took the highway
Now I'm free
I see the shadows of the friends that made me cry
But
Now, Whittier arrived in fictional California
We're gonna bring it on again
Bring it on to you hard
Our school spirit was defined by dance
can tell by the cars I drive, I got money
In the city where I am from, I stay hungry
I'm certified as a real gangsta
Hating on Rum will get your ass
be worth it in the spring?
When I will be slow dancing with my California Poppies
How am I just starting to see
That life's about the beauty in
California
By way of the stormy cape horn
And I will send a letter love
When I am homeward bound once more
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return
California high
On those San Diego Nights
With you
By the hills
You’ll be warm
I may get bored
By the storms and the rain
But I can feel
The winds are
Pac this that ghost flow
We pass on licks
Will pass my bitch before I
Will pass the dutch
Disrespect you'll see tecs
UPS might package ya
Love a brown
say ours (yup)
Oh, you can see the stars, like soliloquy and chaos
Days will get dark, shit get darker than the seance
We did the dirty work, there's
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
should try it
It's exotic, it's a hybrid
Girl, I got some good news
Can I run it by you?
Mami bad enough, I let her fly it
Keep a pistol in
to read with, see with
Maybe size up the summer roughness
From above this burning forest, California's poorest, smoke on all horizons
Who let all the flies
often in California so uh
All my California brothas and sistas
This one's for y'all
Break it down
Oh yea she left me on opened but imma be alright
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