Lyrics:
Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination
by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start
Legalize housing, it's the right thing for you
Legalize housing, it's the best thing for Californians to do
From the San Diego Bay to the county
trust-fund money (cha-ching!)
Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke
Is the only thing they know country (ha)
Didn't grow up on no county road
They grew up
don't go down for possession
Mom's puttin' up the house to bail you out when arrested
How did I become number one? I'm one-of-one
Flyin' down the 101,
a song
I played it for the DJ on the telephone
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Alright
Riding
For these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggaz they do talk
Running from the feds and out of state troopers
Look up
Nigga say he looking for me but he really hiding
I might get the drop on a nigga out in Burke County
Rapping bout the struggle but never been
crackers they can go and get the dogs
My face familiar, my face familiar
Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings
I could fly
Out the county,
One day I'll make it out the county
For now just count on me,
Still broke
Pop scratchin' tickets off a lottery,
Still dope
Is he
flop flip flop flip flop back
To the ghetto's where I bring hip hop back
Real niggas love me, they tell me keep it pushin'
The only niggas be for waste
a song
I played it for the DJ on the telephone
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Alright
Riding
Johnson originally proposed
An outright ban
Covering discrimination by everyone for every
Type of housing but it had
No chance from the start
And everyone
I ain't really worried 'bout that bitch
She live in public housing
Vlone on me
But I'll never turn my back
That's something 'bout me
Said she wanna
Real road runner
Going state to state I'm hitting different counties
My plays got too much money
This ain't come from public housing
If I can't get
niggas on yo head for a small bounty
Buffs white chunky diamonds looking like a mountain
Out the hood with them wolves I'm from wayne county (Detroit)
I'm
still up in the trenches section eight and public housing
How the fuck you gangsta you was snitching in the county
Slid threw wit water guns and left them
oh
Wanna quit and run
Oh oh
Leave and just have fun
But we all need the funds
So we just wait for a vacation
City and country
Statewide and county
100, 000
Sent back to their countries
Without food nor housing
The fate of many toyed with
A continent with widespread Unemployment
Military sent
pussies think I'm playing when I say that I'm the best
Let's talk about it for a minute then I'm outie
Silver bullet my machinery been packed another county
Yeah, but, that's what I say
I remember hitting licks in
The project housing
Yeah, Queezy hit a lick for few thousand
They be like there go that
Young
flop flip flop flip flop back
To the ghetto's where I bring hip hop back
Real niggas love me, they tell me keep it pushin'
The only niggas be for waste
Yeah, hit em up and send them a party bus
Pick em up outside of the county housing
Private location and no announcement
Talkin' bout your drama and lies
I
threatening rent control
And even taking money from realtors to fund political campaigns
Let me remind you you work for us
There is not time for selling out
You
I'm a san francisco liberal
And I can't stand looking at homeless people
On my way to brunch
I'll meet with private equity
To fund "solutions" that
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