Lyrics:
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
I d like to be somewhere else
Like to be all by myself
Like to be down at the beach
Relaxing at the sugar shack
Hot dogs coffee black
Coca cola
double or triple or quadruple drats
Me big and me black and me hot up de spot G jumping Jehosphats
Some mic's rhymes ain't saying jack nor Jill
but I watched all your messages
Wrap yourselves, near hot Kiln, while I become, a melting ice
Because of your privileges
Making, golden skin to shine
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like
Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck
b**** out in St. Tropez
In some high hot heels, can't stand all day
It's a price for your beauty, baby girl, I pay
I walk in this b****, like
At the buffet with flabby abs
Cutting through them whacky raps
Like a battle axe
See I never been a pussy
But I grew into a savage cat
Slap the wax outta ya ear
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
debuted and put
The city on wax a lot of Biggie comparisons
We all was aware of them
But that wasn't my MO
I just thought he was dope
Can't understand why
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his
a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous
reaching King was popping clip in
Slide over stick this hot barrel inside your women
Wax sell for 100 spot steadily spinning
The all white party in
you go
And we foul to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect attended
To anybody who may be affended, by
bowls with the wax on top
I'll torch that shit till the nail get hot
Chugga-Chugga on a bottle until I lose my train of thought
So I guess you can say
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
On wax or off wax I'm on off the wall I'm bomb Binladin
Que pinga tu te me cree en Hialeah con el K LO K
Ese mismo el DKK don't ask me shit you a fed
Can't
Backwoods, your White Owls, your Dutches'
And we gon' smoke and gon' ride to this shit right here, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is that shit here,
guess
I had a gift, Hawaiian so potent zoning off bong rips
I painted houses all summer, they paid by the shift
My boss was an enterprising white kid,
to put on instrumentals just to wax a kid
Off the mental gettin looser than a gentle laxative
Side Effect I leave emcees boggled
By my lyrical blizzard you
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