Lyrics:
when you get out of jail?)
(Jackin all cars with bumper kits)
(What you're gonna do when you get out of jail?)
(We're all goin down drinkin nasty
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
Motherfuckers try to grab me by the pussy
Turn around and tell 'em
You can kiss my tush-ey
Turn around and tell 'em you
Can keep on wishin'
Turn
ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin' head on the highway
can turn into fuel
4 coins can turn up the loose
E-e-e-ends
Driving 30 down the highway cuz it feel natural to let People. Pass. By me
You'll find me
the fences
It's guaranteed by any means wit no contingents
Rap addict relapsin goin on platinum binges
Off the hinges kick the door in while they snorin
Cause
on the boardwalk
See the sunrise by the coast goin' offshore
Knock knock gonna put da socks on your door knob
Jaws off got me shocked in awe in your contour
I give
in line, pal! Facts, that's how it is now
Gangs run by teenage kids, they under 15
Hella lame... I blame it all on Rockstar Games
The motherfuckers
fuel on the fire
Global warming is crazy, I hope we're staying alive
But it's gon' be alright with you right by my side
It's been raining a lot, and it's
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
goin'?
Bring yo' ass back, here right now
Cook my food, and clean my house
Put my dick in yo' mouth
Hell naw bitch you ain't goin' out
You better realize
Today it's goin down
I wake up late every other day
Hurry by my boss cause I got nothin to say
Im sick and tired of slavin away
But I still do it
I got a lot of problems and just know I'm gon keep goin'
Somebody come save me from myself
Uh, yeah
Confusion arises as I'm deciding on whether
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Ad Rock, MCA, and me, Mike D???
A Tribe Called Quest ??? ???Award Tour???
- ???We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man/Goin??? each and every place
getting us into this
And refusing to see
It ain't both sides Its one side
It's your side it's the wrong side
California's burning
Puerto Rico is still
a nigga goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
[Chorus]
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I
wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives
And goin' to REST
day, yeah, I swear that boy be dead by the mornin' (blah, blah, blah, blah)
We don't give a fuck, got extra bullets, we'll let your buddy come join you
the naysayers when they were like
You’re too old to go to California if you don’t hit by 25 you’re not going to make it
I will be 46 this year I am just getting
fuck em
Big status, we don't act when it gets active
Don't promote violence, niggas try you for that fame status
California love, R.I.P to Nipsey Hussle
Northern Califoolya's the snake
To start the strike
Clear folks and judges up have plenty of this light
So don't get caught up goin' to the spoon by noon
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