Lyrics:
To be a pussy like you
Nigga that Cali cold attack
Cali on my back 'till my torso break
This is where it's at, that's gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Yo me voy pa' Cali yo también me voy
Oh, oh, oh me voy pa' Cali yo también me voy
Que yo me voy pa' Cali yo también me voy
Yo me voy pa' Cali yo
that's low as cocaine was
Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too
To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoup
So, I took it that thaw, and hit
Wants to know
what's my story, so here I go
I moved from Cali
A year ago
Switched my style up, on the low
I won't discuss things form my past
I
Pale grass sighs its serenade
Over the eastern steppes
Whilst the land crawl beneath our feet
Stars swept low, susurrate
The Asufid's legacy
videos
Snoop gettin old & pac is really gone
Soo i jus wana keep cali on..but what happened to the cali love
I see artist hate lovin this young artist
In an eastern state
Mothman lies in wait
Mothman flying low
Malevolent eyes aglow
Sleeping in a cave
Dreaming of his prey
They do not understand
a superstar, baby I'm a superstar
Everybody get low low low low low, low low low low
Everybody get low low low low low, low low low low
Everybody get low low
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali, hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali, hmm, I
A rumba with eastern influences.
It alludes to the Gipsy woman,
To her Moorish origins,
The enchanting power her sensual and graceful dance
The sun rises slowly
On another day
The eastern sky grows
Cold
Winter in water colors
Shades of grey
Something
Something holds me
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali, hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali, hmm, I
Humo en el aire
Sobra el style
Vuelo a Buenos Aires
Robo a tu designer
Putas con eyeliner
Soy the biggest artist
Humo en el aire
Sobra el style
Vuelo
index finger
I can flip on some killershit but I'd rather keep cool
Keep it so remind it try not to be a pussy like you
Nigga that cali cold attack,
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
The suburbs they are dreaming
They're a twinkle in her eye
She's been feeling frisky
Since her husband said goodbye
She wears a low cut t-shirt
Yo me voy pa' Cali yo también me voy
Oh, oh, oh me voy pa' Cali yo también me voy
Que yo me voy pa' Cali yo también me voy
Yo me voy pa' Cali yo
All these years I've been waiting for you
Through the high tides and the low tides too
But if I stop now how could I ever be with you?
It's a long
Dry your tears a-while.
Dream, dream, then you'll hear the singing crocodile.
[Chorus:]
Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming.
Hush, now, baby, don't
Straight West Coasting
Cali Fo Ya Dreaming
Cali Fo Ya Dreaming
Via Santiago Centro buey
Cause you see
I'm the Bad Bitch
That brought
God Kibyrum
All the way
your lips and said I found my heaven
You whispered low how much you love me too
I keep dreaming of you...
understand
Like they just didn't understand what
You wanted to do, what you
Was trying to do, or what
Or what you was dreaming of
Have you ever, have you ever
It's winter-fall
Read skies are gleaming, oh
Sea-gulls are flyin' over
Swans are floatin' by
Smoking chimney-tops
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming
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