Search results for 'california by will champlin' Page #49

This is what happens when you call the cops
You get your rights violated or
You all get shot

I'm sick of people getting
Victimized by criminal cops

an emergency: riot, panic, martial law, whatever be the case
So that no one will murder me and take my place, I have to take precautions
Meaning maintaining

to be there
Gold watch and a rosary band
My girl never in New York it's to cold to be there
In California she belong in a home we could share
I'm still

my flashlight

If you only knew what I been through
To find my truth live by loops horns and flutes
They ain't got a clue
What it's like to be true

to California about to send them through
Pull over out-of-town tags on the rental plate
Why the fuck you think these niggaz call me Interstate
Told them better

the man of the hour (I'm the man of the hour) 

I'm the man of the hour, get paid by it too
You rolling with the winners ain't no way we can lose
I'm

concert venue, surrounded by goddesses
I'm positive, pure flawlessness
I'm talkin' the greatest creation on this planet
The one we won't take for granted

Up now you can't tell me nothing cause I made it
Turned my life around I upgraded
Did it by myself was complicated
Medicated I'm dedicated 
Take a look

your song, cause me and Bobby McGee
Will smoke on the water, blazing a tree
Gotta teach the man, pass and puff, don't stop
Till you get enough, it isn't

the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip

teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh

grinding all through the day 
I'm on fire like a flambé parlez-vous anglais the Nati boy who took it out to California 
Paving the way not my fault your too

misguidedly coping by singing this song
But it's all I can muster
It's all I can do
'Til the day that I die
I will be begging for you
So tell me it's useless

armour plate
suffocated by the shiny whiny stuff
You love to hate

You’re up-to-date
Thumbs up, great, period, punctuate
You’ve opened up yourself to hell

Feels like a hundred miles
Maybe more
From my California king
Across the bedroom floor
Where my phone lights up
Begins to ring
When it begins

Bujhya xaina Rap k ho bhaag keto
Bichki raxa California ma Chitwane Baagh keto

My shit is hot so You better get an Ice Cube
Mercedes not for you peldai

that I love
My sister even put us on to Pac and Puff
Ruff Ryder's volume 1
Biggie, DMX 
"Where's my dawgs"
I love hip hop
Love it like my family
I will

lettuce, melons and karats
I'm embarrassed by your added arrogance and lack of effort 
Niggas can't handle a queen, so they settle for a Stepford
Well, me

life by the book 
They try but aint like I could
Birds eye view high take a look

They sleep on me now like a California king
Married to the game but i

California crack your cantaloupe
Came up kinda anxious 'round these gangstas, I ain't panic though
My Daddy drink, My Granny smoke, that must be the antidote

my hand through the whole deal
They was just in California how they get it here
They was delivered by buzz lightyear
Yeah I'm sipping out the seal

will scrub off this makeup
We are conditioned in society based on faulty mathematics
The church of her body set on fire by five different arsonists

on my neck I'm the freshest in town
Even the instrumentals icy, you will hear it in time
My rhyme schemes are dirty, you can tell in every line
That I'm

things, going through some things, going through some things

I'm going through some mother f****** things 

ct this point in my life I need that California