Lyrics:
still out
Thought it woulda left my way by now
California
Somewhere on the 405
Long beach nights and LA skies
Until then I'll buy my time
California
I'm stuck in Waco, Texas
At the Paradise Motel
And now there's no one waiting for me in L.A.
'Cause
Nobody's home in California
All your friends have
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
To live and die in LA
The name is ryan LA
Im tryna hide and get paid
But i slide in the wraith
Im fucken shinin its great
Just took a left on la brae
Man on the run
Son of a gun
Baby, licking off shots
From the tip of my tongue
Till the damage is done
It'll be ringing out like
Dadadadadadadada dada
podemos comer (la presión)
Tú 'tás dura sin ir al gym, taco' Louboutin (sí)
Maquillaje de Sephora, panties de Supreme (Supreme)
Tu celular y tu corazón
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
I just need some of your lovey dovey kisses they set my soul free
You must be special, a California girlie for a cowboy like me
I just need some
the
Entire weekend
Starting in Southern California
Working its way up to Northern California
Ultimately ending up in the Bay Area
We goin' take it from LA
the realness
Put ya motherfuckin' choppers up if ya feel this
(Bust one) Now bust one(gun shot) Not just one [2 gun shots]
And if ya want some get some, I
when you ask why
Don't let yourself run dry
People just hum by
Or are gridlocked in LA like an alibi
One day the redwoods will all die
And when I go I
we wanna just like up in California/
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Roll another 2, we don't do what others do/
Now name another crew that's
a gun behind Neptune's Net.
Killed a man I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California Justice...
Took off in the Mustang for
for me, yeah
[Verse 1: The Game]
I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take
lemon trees
Hey California just one more thing
I'm about to get my mind blown by spring
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
straight from California, smelling like the weed man
La la la la la la
I got a lighter, so go and take that hip deep
One, drip send for the fifth
Girl, I
a contradiction
I don't fit with my description
But LA's the place for people
With a happiness addiction
Looking back and moving forward
Day by day then do it over
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
defined by a potion
I feel humbled and chosen
When I walk by california oceans
Keep my head down and focus
Repeat the Creed's rehab told us
I'm not
Welcome to a place
Where everything's a little bit strange
Talking to a man
Strung out on the streets of LA
I got to know the devil by his name
When
Starin at the judge like what you talkin bout?
You told me to take and stick a gun in my mouth
See im a devil on the street from the serious ryme
But still
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