Lyrics:
like it? So yo won't'cha just come
Closer so you can see who's playin' that funky sound
That's goin' down and ya sayin' that
Jimmy Z is the one you
Hope you can hear me loud and clear while I give you this talk
I hope I leave enough fuel for all of the minds I will spark
And while I come
out to L.A.
And I rented me a palace down by the sea
A small town boy to a California king
I rolled up in my limousine
Paparazzi on the scene
I'm
like it? So yo won't'cha just come
Closer so you can see who's playin' that funky sound
That's goin' down and ya sayin' that
Jimmy Z is the one you
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
like the club
Livin' by myself
Can't you tell I've had enough
California green weed goin' in the pub
Grow it by myself cos' you
Know that's the stuff
Get
wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives
And goin' to REST
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
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
paint (Movie star!)
Fuck you! Pour a nigga a lil' drink!
That's how it's goin' down out here in California
Listen to my people, when a nigga hit
paint, movie star
Fuck you, pour nigga lil' drink
That's how it's goin' down out here in California
Listen to my people when a nigga hit the corner
Gotta be prepared at all times
Cause in magnum central and the bay
They’ll pop you in ya spine
And california is hella hectic tips get sent
Intercepted
brought up in Gardena California
Uh she started tuggin' an rubbin' on the Swoop
I'm wastin' my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce
Uh you didn't know I
Too long have I been cheering from the sideline
At some point you gotta accept, when every team win beside mine
I'm always getting beat by Father
right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that
California
Funky like yo' daddy feet is stankin like ammonia
Now I got his plug with this {?} in Arizona
When I touch Atlanta they gon' tell my telephoner
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
me that's a lot of foreigns
Hoppin' out of foreigns, this a California
We in California, smokin' California
All these damn ghosts see this shit
Above the law
Baby this ain't what you wanted
Na this ain't what you wanted
No... noo... nooo... yeah
Feels like I'm on my shit again
Just by regaining my
restless
See the sunset like I'm in California
Smokin' that gas like I'm in California
Pitchin' shots on me, I'm all your charmers
Pitchin' shots on me, I'm
from the lines?
You're blind to the facts and afraid of the truth
Your mind's trapped by the lies that they say on the news
Planes spew poison out
like Rick Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
and a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in
(Shwah)
(On a boat! On a boat!) Goin' fishin'
I been runnin' to the streets of California (In the dark)
Chck chck, blat blat, where you goin' huh? (Huh?)
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