Lyrics:
a real nigga? (I'm a product of a real nigga)
La-la familia (get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real niggas
(It's on like night fall,
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
I left my home in norfolk virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that greyhound, rode him past raleigh,
On across caroline.
Stopped in
murder
And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin' it
So Dre, blast they ass nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat, late at night with my gat
On the streets of LA
L.A.,
Casually glancing at his toupee.
Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.
I'd ease myself down,
Comin' up
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I Straddled that Greyhound,
and rolled in into Raleigh and all across Carolina
Stopped
come down to my life
Though threaten my life
Jump and bustin′ my gun (yeah, bust my shit)
I made the bullets go La-La-La-La-La
I'm Sayin'
Oooh la la
Girl you blow my mind
How you fill that wetsuit
Don't understand how you fit in it
Booty so thick
How in the world do you get
DeCicco, DeCicco, DeCicco, DeCicco
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Git, git, git, git, git
It's-It's-It's Christmas, richness
On my wishlist if he
that we consider
We might really need a gun We might really need a gun
Yeah Mac, Yeah I gotta get back to my Sugar Smack
Me too baby ,
You should
can lil bitch that's funny
I'm down in LA making it rain and its fucking sunny
Straight jumped out that Benz got my shooters and they fucking gunning
My
show love
Relajao por la calle, cuz these pussies got no gun
Porque si no ya estaba muerto, baby cry no more
Solté sixteen en bars, ahora hay sixteen
A bullet in the barrel of a big bad gun
Lying by the river in the park, I do smell good
Still don't remember why my clothes stink like sandalwood
Fresh
in they sleep but don't fall asleep
Westside nigga westside
You know how we do it
California, LA's finest
Death Row don't fall asleep nigga
Don't fall
ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
This the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far
When you on that bitch shit
Forget quitting who was the first to shout out L.A.
And now I represent that gun clique everyday
Lord forgive me if I'm
I am my mother's son
I beat a whole army
With no gun
I got a stiff backbone
With a couple of stones
And though my home
Has fell like Rome
I'm gonna
the drop
I bet see get attention alot
I can put that on God
Like
Ohh la la la
Ohh la la la
Ohh la la la
Ohh la la la
Okay shawty bad
And they know that
I left my home in Norfolk
Virginia, California on my mind
Straddled that Greyhound
It rode me past Raleigh
And on across Caroline
Stopped in
to you
Heaven is a girl named Emmylou
I heard you went to LA
So I hitched myself a ride
California dreaming of me
Right there by your side
Out
hurt 'til I thought I would break
When a waiter brought out a big strawberry cake
Oh that strawberry cake
Oh that strawberry cake
Out in California them
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline.
Stopped in
Berry
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him
Into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We
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