Lyrics:
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I got wax in the joint. Racks in my pocket
Flavors on flavors. Northern California harvest
Hands up. Starbucks when I spark up
Hands down the best
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
In the promised land of California
'Cause all through the night
The charms nested in these desert skies
Fuel a passionate blaze in their eyes
A blaze
We bulls on parade
My bowls full of weed man, higher than a pterodactyl
You can call me caveman, California raisin
Hear me through the grapevine
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they
Just came back from California
It's gettin mighty warm there by the way
No climate change, no climate change
But hey didn't they warn ya
Mass
I'm out here driving crazy on a Tuesday
Never out of fuel, always looking at a view yea
I've been going
Too far in my own head
I've been goin' far in
Goin' to the slurp from the spot to the spot
Don't get caught, was a wh wh wh wh while back
Fuel it up, add it up, split it up, pour it up
In the cup, was
dropped the bitches off now I'm
Off to my uncle house
Stopped by the liquor store
Nothing but the thugs out
White tees and Chucks
One nigga hit me up like
what's goin down
And the summer shinin
And every way in southern California
Where the weather is hot
And everybody on the block
Got the weekends here
You
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Sad and mourning in my head tonight
By the morning wake in paradise
Sorry baby had to catch a flight
I was in my head
Cause I was in California
Ain't gone say dis again on my momma been fuel to the fye and they knowing it's evident
I could shine by myself but I'm linked to a couple diamonds
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
His embrace a fortress
It fuels me and places
A skeleton of trust
Right beneath us
Bone by bone
Stone by stone
If you ask yourself
Patiently
fossil fuels, colossal be the jewels I drop
The way I schools this through hip-hop
I rip shop like shit was made of paper mache
My shape was tip-top
Mama told me, please stay off that corner (off that corner) (squad)
They sell weed from California on that corner (on that corner)
Plus that liquor
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right
Yeah I got the cake 'cause I got a day job
Imma let my lemonade talk
When I'm sittin' at my desk man I really hate y'all
Fuel for my other day job
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