Lyrics:
This is the city Los Angeles, California
Walking on a treadmill, uphill
Just for thrills, I'm gonna kill your will
I am the face of racial
the beach
Out in California
California, ayy
She wanna come to California, yeah
Come to California, ayy
I'm from the Northside of the state
Cal Bears,
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
Avenue
If I leave LA, will you come too?
If I leave LA, will you come too?
California, I’m afraid I must repent
California, hear me out while I repent
parley
I parley here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
Touched the Iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the Titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
We got more bounce in California
Than all y'all combined
We got more bounce in California
We like to party all the time
We got more bounce in
California (We La Gente) lyrics by Rafael Bustamante Sarria
We are La Gente, you know it make sense, 'Cause we speaking from the struggle of our own
the dark
Come meet me by the California Water
Let the sun set on us
I'll be waiting right here for ya
Under all the Malibu stars
Can we kiss a little harder
make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you
out here by my way
In sunny Cali-Forn-IA oh yeah, this is DPG
Now you can catch a little heat
From my girl Sweet P
Hear them say that i be single
I'll
There's some California love in the building yeah, yeah (La la)
I can feel the breeze when I grab the keys to the Beamer (Oh yeah, la la la la)
So
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
your nigga don't sleep
Homey enough and see
Well, hand your nigga some heat
So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga
California
Conversations 'til the sunrise
When you stop by, California
I don't wanna be the one that's left behind
I love the way you lie
I don't wanna be
lovin' but she would never do it with a gun
Calilou is that your California woman's name
Yeah but I'm not sure she's in California for sure you know
Hann, hannn, han, my name is Ad Gun
Everybody ring my phone
Asking when the hell I'm gonna blow
Me I've been hustling making my dough
California show
Yea let's run through it yuh
What is it like three hours away?
It's so simple one flight
I wanna go to California
I wonder u feelin me
I wanna go
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans,
I'm just ridin' and decidin' if I want someone to hold
No commitment, I'm just dippin', laid back and hittin' coast
California, sweet California
I
your dub, it's all love
Look, a California novice, peep my California steez. Smokin' California weed in California breeze
Got a California roni, she my
If you want some you can get some
We can do it with the small or the big guns
Bout Whatever and whenever you
Want to do with this war shit we used
Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty
[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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