Lyrics:
gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point
[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,
(for sure)
I won't fuel your coke, I won't fuel lipo
Oh no, no no
Oh yeah yeah, no
Oh yeah yeah, oh
Oh yeah yeah, oh
Look at that stand right
[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn
KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California
My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my
Goin' to California
Laid over in Chicago
Rushin' to the next plane line
What if I packed up
And sold my things
My car, my clothes
Yeah, everything
Get it bouncin' like a six four
Know we goin' in the door
Waving Biggie's four four
Diddy in a Volvo
Camera's on em Go Pro
Blow the horn No bro
Fuck
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
that doubted
This for the people that couldn't see, but thought my vision was clouded
All that negative energy fuels my fuckin' body
So I keep goin, I
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'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
Ascension feat. Boogiefish
Produced by: Kevin Shin, Moodin’
Written by: Kevin Shin, Kyle ‘KO’ Owens
Arranged by: Moodin’
Recorded by: Tim Jiang @
West Nebraska|Grab a map, pick a spot, I've probably been there|Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere|I've spent a summer on a boat off the California coast|I've
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car
Do the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Old school, do the old school
goin ask for the price
All of the bitches be rolling like dice
Bet on me once imma hit by tonight
They keep on askin and worrying bout me
I told these
maybellene.
Flying on the beam, set on flight control,
Radio tuned to rock and roll.
Two, three hours passed us by,
Altitude dropped into five-o-five.
Fuel
I'm a cigarello fiend smokin' weed like it's oxygen
Roll a lot skunk, need some blunts, get two boxes in
Goin' to pull my stash, out rollin' out this
is a film and Gab's the lead (my first lady)
She's so precious to me
That's the air that I breathe (time to go)
Time to fuel up the jet (where we
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!
[Chain Gang Platune]
I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough
I'm even goin
the rhymes
Sunny days, Through the times
Working hard, bills to pay
Systematic, Mind in static
On a vision No permission
Stuck at work, Goin 'zerk
Life's
Pacific heat
The two of us on the run
Through California in the Sun
Not goin back
I wanna let you know
I got it bad
I like the way that the sun hits your
gonna take that road and see how far it goes.
Chorus:
California here I'm coming.
I hope you got what I've been searching.
I've been waiting all my life
Independent
Never gave up
Paint a perfect picture
Make a way out nothing
Turn it into something
California dreaming
Everyday I’m out here hustling
If we talking
The one's doin all the extra shit be the ones tellin all the lies
I'm 2 steps ahead and I stay ready you ain't gonna catch me by surprise
Keepin it
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