Lyrics:
at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
in that California myth
Some days there's wildfires that burn down all your homes
Or maybe a quake or two will shake you to your bones
Oh yeah and by
waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those
Well, she was up late last night
Thinking about a man
Drinking bourbon on ice
Well, I take one for the memories
And two for the good times
I told you
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly but I can feel it in the wind
minute I've have lost
9% of my day
Part stencils and two-piece programs fill in the departed
As long as customers fulfill their hunger
We'll populate
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
gonna marry you
If we're both still single by, like, thirty-two
And I bet that's gonna end up bein' true
'Cause I hate, like, everyone except for you
pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's
my thoughts and my actions
And the things that I've said
Sometimes by mistake and sometimes on purpose, Amen
Got my mind on this murder, Impala's
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
a party girl, no hate but it's true
And her teeth are as white as her pearls
That's a California girl
And she's on my mind
Been living out of trash cans,
man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest
minutes just to download one
Aye, you got a fine face, also a dime in your behind
Please can I find some time space to find base
Kinds of rhymes to describe
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
gotta thank my cuz
I was drinking everyday just to chase a buzz
Looking over shoulders, more hate then love
But it's still my home
California Love
Paved
of the girls Drake and Future took down
But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums
Texting me that they hate my one-word answers
Here's two, call me,
to love the vibe you get by the Pacific Ocean/
And now, yea I'm simply just coastin'/
I know you love that California/
Sunshinin' today/
I bet you feel
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
enforcement
(part two, part two) operation in California history is
currently underway. (part two, part two) The police in five
Southern counties are
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
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