Lyrics:
Gone up 500%. people can't afford to do that
Southern california, for instance, the last 90 days
There was 23,000 foreclosures
The game's over
the southern star shines
Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you)
Record companies act like pimps
Gettin' paid off what we made when we the ones
Let's go to Vegas, hit California
Or Carolina where the southern breeze blows
You can take me to the moon and back
I can kick my boots off, relax in your
hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night
hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night
in my arms
I know a pretty little place in
Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little café where they play
Guitars all night and all day
[Spoken:]
...gone up 500%. People can't afford to do that.
Southern California, for instance, the last 90 days, there was 23,000
foreclosures.
look big
Hit the gas, hear my engine sing
Pull up
Park it
Make the doorbell ring, it’s a Southern California thing
It’s a Southern California thing
the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Who's your uncle?
I shot dice with the devil on many occasion
Drank shots with God in an old gas
coast
Southern California is the only place for me
It's the d double dash double o double boogie
Yo I keep that shit popping with the gangsta boogie
nights
Southern California heat
Kansas, rolling fields of wheat
Donu0027t know where Iu0027m going,
And itu0027s too hard to say,
All I know is this trip
see (never!)
Migo gang back again, it's the three
You better go hide where your momma be (momma!)
And she told you you can't have no company (no!)
(The representative from California has the floor)
Sig heil to the President Gas Man!
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel Tower
Who
Against sunny Southern California
Yeah there oughta be a law
Against putting the devil
Behind the wheel...
Cause as long as you people are gonna
to the max, we ain't sorry
4runner on the highway in good company
Summer raisin' me
We're burning up gas on PCH
Up and down all around 80 mph
Got a golden
First around the corner
So you know the Rent's due
Smoking Southern California
Sell them by the six too
Get off my ass and get it
Hope you do
to the sharks
Pack it up already garbage patch
I'm hitting the road just so I have to get more gas
Southern California's the best idea I've ever had
You're
made
It usually doesn't rain in
Southern California much like Arizona
My eyes don't shed tears but boy they bawl
When I'm thinking about you
You know,
to the past, past, past
When I couldn't pay for gas, gas, gas
Now we smoking that O.G. Kush
Yeah, California weed got me feeling real good, aye
Now every day's
hit the gas on the bitch and I zoom
Cartier up on the bridge of my frame
Lil bitch just stay in your lane
Im in southern California where it never rain
it
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
Tell 'em "Free
keep boppin, you face out, with purple tracin
I put you out, we can end this at the gas station
Let's do this now, not impressed, I'ma show you how
getting Koast II Koast
You know we chilly most always going out for broke
We put that Southern California life style on them
And make them freedom songs
Southern California where I'm raised
Everybody know that nigga Jake
D.R.O.N.E. that name you hate
Lord Jacob of the Rawchild estate
Bitch I'm counting
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