Lyrics:
get fucked up
California, all night 'til the morning
You don't wanna step on up
We leave the club fucked up
Come on down and say "what's up?"
get fucked up
California, all night 'til the morning
You don't wanna step on up
We leave the club fucked up
Come on down and say "what's up?"
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it for dogs
Gonna join the biggest dog club at ten trillion dogs
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full
Popping bottles in the club
Smoking california budd
Popping bottles in the club
Smoking california budd
We be getting rich and yes we turn heads
Catch me on the getaway
Like OJ on the highway, all white bronco
Catch me on the way to check out my dog
Mohombi all the way, all the way out in
Catch me on the getaway
Like OJ on the highway, all white Bronco
Catch me on the way to check out my dog
Mohombi all the way, all the way out in
Catch me on the getaway
Like OJ on the highway, all white bronco
Catch me on the way to check out my dog
Mohombi all the way, all the way out in
really wanna go
Cuz I really like it home
With my peoples and my dog
And my cats all alone yeah
Out in California
Out in California
PCH I'm on ya
Out in
MASTER P LYRICS
"Bounce That Azz"
(feat. King George, Silkk, and Gangsta T)
-Hey yo P! Wuzzup, dawg? I heard you been out in California, ballin
Richie!
Trap goin' ape racks goin' ape
Wrists goin' ape bricks goin' ape
Drugs goin' ape drugs goin' ape
Club goin' ape club goin' ape
When you gettin'
game and we got it
No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang
[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs
Mercedes Benz
I'm nothing but a player like all my friends
So when you call me fake, be for real
The call me Short Dog cause I'm hard as hell
Hope your
game and we got it
No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang
[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs
popping
I pop ack over some Oxycontin
Cotton club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we popping
Booties, Uzis and Glocks'll stop 'em
Battery on his head:
just to spin
I need to clear it with the bank just to win
Club accounts go 15 racks when
You wet like that shit
It's gotta be a sin hm so
Lord forgive me
California, county of Los Angeles
We the jury in the above entitled action find the defendant
Orenthal James Simpson not guilty of the crime
You so crazy (wha-what?)
You so crazy (so be it)
Back up in the heezy baby
See some of y'all bitches think
It's all a game california don't stop
pull up to the club pants sagging
Shout out to my man them I'm in LA with them niggas panhandlin
Tryna feed they dogs and tryna feed they mama Tell
ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up wildin
Made it to my crib we was both drunk, driving
Now you on some lame shit,
the street and Rooster teeth the hell out of my
Creative streak
Music videos on California, a veggie stall on Askin askin' if California's regional women are
[Redman]
Yo, [Barks] Yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
[DMX sample]
["Where my dogs at" (throughout Redman talking)]
[Verse 1]
Who them niggas
Who will
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
my niggas, they down with the club shit
And we don't give a fuck what
You got in that bike
I'm a rider from The Town
Bring a pink slip if you wanna get
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
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