Lyrics:
to the Country-Club, Crside California
I told you, though, you hit it hoe,
The cloud
If your lungs stick
Coo' thang niggas ain't down with that dumb shit
Not one
Specifically, my dick
That shit will do the trick
Starry Night on my wrist
I looked down, she was on my tip
Giving me the gorilla grip
On God
This pussy gonna
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
on a shelf
Because every minute ticking by
Is money Lost from your wealth
Yeah I know what it's like
Being broke with no hope
But my music slip the knot
call up rebel tell em no cap we good in hood and every meadow
From New York To California find a spot where I can settle con mi ritmo Yeah Yeah its
a private stash
I never get high but I will give it a try
Man I'm going legal in Californi-a
I'm on my way
With a fistful of sand and an old palm tree
I close
this CD right here up in ya Lacc
But I can't guarantee you gon get your Hearing Back
Fiend - Verse 2
He didn’t see it coming that Medicine assisted by
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
this CD right here up in ya Lacc
But I can't guarantee you gon get your Hearing Back
Fiend - Verse 2
He didn’t see it coming that Medicine assisted by
It's The muthafuckin Game in this bitch
My nigga John Jay
Big Rube
What's Good?!
Houston Texas to Bompton California!
Niggas know what the fuck it is
this CD right here up in ya Lacc
But I can't guarantee you gon get your Hearing Back
Fiend - Verse 2
He didn’t see it coming that Medicine assisted by
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
You at my welcome mat and I ain't mad by letting you in
Long as you listen to me closely as you get to know Jin
First
Take a breath
Think it through
Maybe I could find myself somewhere new
Give it time, I guess I’ll see
Maybe one day this place will grow on me
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land
that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California
history
and California kept me silent
and i find it so hard to stay this quiet
and i will never forget the way
i fell toward what you wanted
and seeing
Never will I hit the pig
So fucked up off this cup of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A motherfucking once again
[Chorus x2: OFI]
Each and every day
snitchin
What will it be, Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Suckers, I'm a gee, I got some clocks I ain't
smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities
a Lakewood hoe
That's my mission
I'm through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps
They be snitchin what will it be
Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock
of what you hear
Don’t believe in ghosts?
The Lost Angel’s here
Don’t think your friends will set you up?
It’s your year - it’s going down
And when it does,
I want to go places that I've never been
Rome, California, Paris, Berlin
I want to see things that I've never seen
Quietly happy and live by
Lucky your house was spared. Someone must like you up there.
Well, the sun always shines on Christmas in California.
Got a lover and he's lovin' her.
When I sit back
And close ma eyes
When I got you sitting by side
When I feel that sexy body
Rubbing up all over mine.
That is when I know
I
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