Lyrics:
Niggas talking about Gio done
Moved out to Cali
And done got Hollywood
Like I ain't really from The Town man
I'll still pull up and take yo bitch...
stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like
They ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
This is cali we get high cruising through the 909
Speakers bumping bass is boosted hell yeah man we getting by
Pulling up with all my real ones
We the Mistahs tell me what you got against us
That were G's and your broad want to sex us?
Mr. Shadow and the Mutha fucking Lil one
We let 'em bleed
Yea Yea
Trip, Hoodgeeks we tryin to T' Up the right way you dig
Gang
I had to t' up I had to go up when I'm Houston I'm tryna po up
When I'm in Cali
a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty
By Nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours,
a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty
By Nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours,
'til we take you off
Lil' cuddie, I'm getting dizzy
With this chop, nigga, you actin' soft
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program?
(What's the program?)
They're tryin' to run off with my drip
I'm tryin' to send a couple pounds to my bitch, now
I try to play Mr. Nice Guy
But fuck my other plug, I
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
Lil FMGFred from the Pote, and he don't give a fuck
I'm finna crash from all of the buttons this motherfucking pressing, these rap niggas suck
I'm tired
shit
In Cali smokin that 'dro shit
I still push fishscale, and china white
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin to fight
[Chorus]
It's LD, lil boy, Mr. Hand-me-down
Dirty drawers gettin' worn, can you blame me now?
You think I got $4.50 up in quarters on me well I fucking don't!
It's LD, lil boy, Mr. Hand-me-down
Dirty drawers gettin' worn, can you blame me now?
You think I got $4.50 up in quarters on me well I fucking don't!
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around
coming down
Smoking cali by the ounce
I'm going for the carty the villa and the rari private jet up in the clouds
Like we ain't ever coming down
Smoking
bestfriends
I came from the bottom, I came from the bottom, lil n**** was desperate
I know Ima make it, my problems I face em, lil n**** was built for this
He
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
Yahhh
ZayyDogg
You a bitch nigga
Umma rich nigga
Can't come together no stitch nigga
Man I do this shit
Like a crucifix
Man I'm casting out of these
it’s me
In a minute it’s smelling like weed in this bitch
You wana know something bout SGT
A lil nigga never has needed a bitch
You really gon say I went
money out West
Show u how this Cali Life is much more than a fuKiN test
If u make it a year With those hips Lil Mama, u blessed!
Get the MEAT beat off ur
[Host:]
Tonight I'm standing on highway 666
Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck
[Mr. Lil One]
Stimulated by the slow track, I think I
keep running by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high!
I don’t bark, I steal money, dance
I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man!
Drop it to the floor,
Riding through the valley, Central Coast of Cali
Homies and family on this weekend
One thing I know, full of pride when we roll
Keep it solid as gold
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