Lyrics:
She got a 2 year old in nursery
And then lately got the sack
She gets a phone call from her mother
And she takes a little flak
Cause she earns all
years off 'cause my shit is timeless (yeah)
My core got my back so I'm standing on my promise (right)
Theses niggas only backed by they labels, they all
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
2x)
We know you hate who we are, but even in Shangri-La
A wicked Clown gotta get they WICKED ON
(JD the Weedman with the Juggalo Crip Walk)
[Violent J]
a
You have to order the smarter
Any team like that jordan me and Shaq
A dream team pack
Watch my man Allen and I, take it to the rim!
Two minutes left
corners
And they both aimed toward the northern california shore
And as the wind whispered warning, the ground hinted authority
The long shore men leaned
Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men.
I need some sleep.
They hate the songs.
We hate them too. Yeah.
This show is free.
Fifteen minutes
I can charge by the hour, sixty minutes
Say they pay me a minute, that's crazy
My diamonds really be shinin', no shade
I'm goin' all in, no
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two
It was two victims ain't make it through
California with hella pounds
Drive around with hella troops
I got
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
in my Blackberry, freak hit me on the text
Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it, yes!
Niggas don't
for my lines, I ain't no California nigga
Shout out California, nigga
Bars nigga, try to keep up
Born in Brooklyn, raised in Queens
Get the money by any
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about Wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
and I ain't no punk
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
staff 2 board members they on my team
Execute affairs whenever matters get decreed
I played by the rule received my slot from out the bean
Big General
[Hook]2x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
Bloods, crisps, ese's quick to regulate
Lowride hittin switches
the morning
I will sit still and promise myself I'll hate California
I dreamed our walls looked infinite papered over with pushpins
I need my friends like seats
Away from you
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep it rolling
On his shoulder like a California
rappin' 'bout the same shit i rapped about in '89
Tryin' to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex
They love you one minute and they hate you
dedication
Charged by the call and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes away from detonation
A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination
My
anxious, so, so anxious
The ones I hate barely know what my name is
Have no clue that I'm armed and dangerous
Willing to spill my blood to be famous
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