Lyrics:
call up rebel tell em no cap we good in hood and every meadow
From New York To California find a spot where I can settle con mi ritmo Yeah Yeah its
a private stash
I never get high but I will give it a try
Man I'm going legal in Californi-a
I'm on my way
With a fistful of sand and an old palm tree
I close
on a shelf
Because every minute ticking by
Is money Lost from your wealth
Yeah I know what it's like
Being broke with no hope
But my music slip the knot
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land
that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California
history
and California kept me silent
and i find it so hard to stay this quiet
and i will never forget the way
i fell toward what you wanted
and seeing
snitchin
What will it be, Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Suckers, I'm a gee, I got some clocks I ain't
I want to go places that I've never been
Rome, California, Paris, Berlin
I want to see things that I've never seen
Quietly happy and live by
Lucky your house was spared. Someone must like you up there.
Well, the sun always shines on Christmas in California.
Got a lover and he's lovin' her.
When I sit back
And close ma eyes
When I got you sitting by side
When I feel that sexy body
Rubbing up all over mine.
That is when I know
I
Never will I hit the pig
So fucked up off this cup of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A motherfucking once again
[Chorus x2: OFI]
Each and every day
Tomorrow I am leaving, don't know for how long.
I miss you already, I'm not even gone.
I head to California, where too much time I've spent.
You
Never will I hit the pig
So fucked up off this cup of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A motherfucking once again
[Chorus x2: OFI]
Each and every day
attention
Now if you have a question then ask"
Oh by the way where you takin me?
He said "stop, look and listen and you will see"
(Chorus)
Listen hear what
of what you hear
Don’t believe in ghosts?
The Lost Angel’s here
Don’t think your friends will set you up?
It’s your year - it’s going down
And when it does,
smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities
a Lakewood hoe
That's my mission
I'm through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps
They be snitchin what will it be
Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock
The first time we met u were so much a child caught by the fire and runnin so wild
Destined to take on the world
Oh my craziest girl
Sprung out
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