Lyrics:
Los Angeles California this is the time
Stand the fuck up and get ready
It is time you've met yo match
Welcome to the show
The money
I could ever do
I don't have enough time in my life
To wage a war all by myself
Against a world that has no feeling or regrets
Of anything that we
been stirring up trouble in Orange County in Los Angeles)
(Uh, have you seen him by any chance?)
(Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain?)
(Nah, I
with no one in a
Million dollar house in Los Angeles
I'm thinking about Ronnie
I'm thinking about death
What if this plane goes down?
That would be okay
At Lucy's El Adobe by the Paramount
Margaritas under black palm trees
I've got time, no one is waiting for me
I went looking for Warren Zevon's Los
the blessings in my life
That's how I know it's right
That's how I know it's time
Everything around me green
I just needed to see
What it was I needed from me
Now
and say you would never ride for me
I'm just not over you (you know I'm not over you)
You know I'd give you everything
Los Angeles had crushed your dreams
Twas' the fright before Christmas
No one upset me
With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV
I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair.
In
soñado por un chamaco de 9 años es un deja vu,
Porque no estás tú osea que si lo cumplí
No hay time, no hay life, My mind in SKY
All rigth
"You know I just had to get outta Los Angeles man..."
Ooooooooooh dadadada da da
Ooooooooooh dadadada da
Ooooooooooh dadadada da da
Ooooooooooh
sort de l'underground
It's BK with a massive mess of batshit
Classic text, rancid acid trips, these are fast times in Nazareth
Panic and there's no
A full clip to make this bulls*** stop
I'm in the struggle to bring
The underground to the top head lock, Los Angeles
Home of the scandalous
A full clip to make this bullshit stop
I'm in the struggle to bring
The underground to the top head lock, Los Angeles
Home of the scandalous
And beautiful
Bishop Don Magic Juan
Ain't no shame, in my game
Good game, is happenin everyhere
{*Interlude plays in background*}
Playas in Los Angeles, Detroit,
by
From the ashes, I'mma rise
It took some time to appreciate this crooked smile that is my life
And everything that comes with being who I am
Never
Clear skies ahead
Sun's fire red
Setting over the horizon
I slumber after fighting
Cuz my radar sees through
Any ounce of doubt in the same view
My
everybody knows ya like Hollywood, Los Angeles, California
Chorus
So you wannna be a superstar welcome to Hollywood quick money, fly women, fast cars
everything that I do
(Everything I do oh no I oh I)
Cause you motivate me
Honest baby oh
And I know you're here for the ride
You always stay down by my side
when I roll up
On my dolo more times suckers think I'm a loner
Until I pop up with the gang
They think I am a roller
No games on this side player stick
Walk from new york to los angeles and throw the bones away
You gotta be born blind and cannot see
Yo' bitches have the pocks in the ass so bad they
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
Everything I say is true
When you first came in my view
There's no doubt about it, Girl I wanna be witchu
Like tag, you're it. Tag, you're it. Tag,
gettin' gone
At least no time soon
Cause we headin' over to the viper room
To get high
On whatever your heart desires
But you can start given head
and it's your last shot tonight,
In the sunday of summer highs,
You can't stop it, no, you can't doubt this time,
You've gotta speak your mind
The air's
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