Lyrics:
Finally found someone to love love love love
Finally found someone to trust trust trust trust
Took me a minute but I found me a main thang
Now im
(Man, you know what the fuck goin' on, nigga) yeah, yeah
(Two street niggas link up, nigga) yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (on foenem grave)
(And if
hoes (Ha)
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Whole nigga won't knock you off
Hate the way
enforcement
(part two, part two) operation in California history is
currently underway. (part two, part two) The police in five
Southern counties are
em'?) I tell em kick rocks
Tell em' what it cost, shut down by the cops
2 weeks later went and did the shit again
And I'm rappin' on a stage like its
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Chorus
I'm barely gettin by
Still work-a nine to five
I'm barely gettin by
That's why I'm stayin high
Oh baby, aw
Jump into the ride, cruise the big
Criticize people that work on Sundays
Two jobs just to feed their kids
Well, momma's scratching lottery
Tickets knowing that it's just a fairy tale
Cus' we
close by
It’s more vivid the image embedded in my mind
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down
My rolex style don’t
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
feelin' sensational
Been a minute since a critic had let me know
While you're fillin' up on Adderall
I'm two-steppin' with the information overdose
I'm
I got a ugly California bitch, bitch don't wanna snitch
A bitch with a hundred pack, bitch don't wanna rack
I'm playin' for the east side, that's
Takin' out the excess mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
a blood sport
Mic check
Least that's what it feel like
"Slow down, sit tight", what they tell me
You should try walkin' light with two left feet
But look long as you want
Who stronger than this clique?
From one minute, two minutes, I'm in it
The G-5, me and Eve so come wit it
Hook
California nights stayin lit
We be mobbin in the whip
Playin gasser when we dip
Full. Moon
I got way too much game to be playin all these games
I
with X, the Cali kush was makin' her cough
She must hate wearin' her clothes, she keeps takin 'em off
At the Palms Hotel on a Friday night
Attack each
Oh, she knows what I think about
cnd all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in
Our communicative disease
He takes two minutes to let go of my hand
Three days, don't hear from him again
I know it's over by day four
One conversation
don't wanna be chased by no one
I just wanna be alone
I hate talking to all these bitches
Who be blowing up my phone
I dont wanna give them attention
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
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