Lyrics:
remember
That Chace told ya
The nation is infected by LA gang culture
I’m an all-game reporter live from the center
Where respected as an artist
at the mercy of wind, that sweeps up this l.a. brushfire gonna take it to the canyon may i be, taken, taken too at the mercy of the tide that drove in another
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
I weź tą pracę odstaw
Zapalmy papieroska
Niech butelka nie ma końca
Ze mną będzie zachód słońca
I California
Kocham to jak się dłużą dni
I jest
going without me
California
California
California
California drive-by, shooting film from the car
Church by the road like rockets pointing
liberty
And those memories
Memories of California
And those memories
Memories of California
Filming TV shows down by the beach
That cute girl her number's
liberty
And those memories
Memories of California
And those memories
Memories of California
Filming TV shows down by the beach
That cute girl her number's
Soft sounds
Faded jeans rest your head come lay down
Like the first time in LA by downtown
My heart was on borrowed time
Cause I knew you'd be mine
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylon, trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
Ooh la la la
It's the way
I keep my smoke like European
Gotta a California grow-op, and I just got the P in, (New Orleans)
I keep my smoke like European
Gotta a California
Joni is running away
She was hoping to forget LA
She had boarded a plane
But when he found her
He went insane
He said come with me
We'll hide out
Of every lonely Christmas
In the ghetto
We could still hear the load guns
And the government
They don't give a fuck about us us
Deporting all
LOVE!
(La,la,la,la,la,la)
WHAT'S LOVE!
(Tell em KEN)
Sen varken California güneşinim
Parlarken auran
Sayende dolu tarafından
Gördüm hep bardağı
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
wanna get lost in LA a diamond eclipse on my tooth
We wanna get lost in LA a diamond eclipse on my tooth
All my friends want get lost in California
you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son Ice motherfucking Cube.
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I
bond-IA to Cali-forn-IA
But I represent the Q and you knew
Whole hearted
That I'd be trooping through with
Crew so don't get started
Or get smarted, by
Out on bail, fresh out of jail
California dreamin'
Soon as I step on the scene
I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'
Fiendin' for money and alcohol
The life
gonna bleed you dry.
I got blinded, I got winded,
By the blue-eyed dress and the silver town
Never lost your will to die
Never ever cuts to fly
I knew
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
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