Lyrics:
She’s so out of place
So I searched why
One way ticket to California
East bay, LA
Anywhere, don’t care
Maybe one day
I will find myself
And forget about
to keep my cool in the shade
High as palm trees
I'm down on my knees worshipping you
Shouldn't i babe
My queen of California
The crown of hell LA
You say
It's a beautiful morning
Waking up in California
I'm smoking on this marijuana
All these women got me feeling like a sauna
I
Sactown to the bay
I
strain gun powder
Shoot it up your veins and puff power
Fiends on that chemical X for enough hours
When that adrenalin Russian Rou
Let's arouse her
Cock
to tell you All
If you're going crazy, it's the Looney Goons fault
Their guns will have you prayin'
And you'll all be sayin'
La dee dee dee da
Bibbidi
blessed by the L-O,
Say hello to my big partner,
Yo with this heavy metal,
I'm a rock ya,
I tell yo fuckin' block, bring your guns,
Ya bring your
Hayce Lem hayce Lem
Hayce Lem hayce
J’ai peut-être pas la belle gueule habile et
Gue-din, met les balles dans le gun
Mégalomane à l’agonie
Vil et malin,
time in L.A.
My back home buddies, they quit callin'
Thought I had too much on my plate
But last night we cracked some cold beers
And cranked Eric
Tell 'em about the cash and the stash, and were I got my guns
And you know I'm the bird man 'cause I sold so much coco
Beware of the crack pipe, that's
Another show with a fucked up promoter
Kids sent in by the media controller
They arrived in a '87 Ford with a gun rack
case of Bud and stiletto blade
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
I
He rises every morning but he
Don't look at the sun
He reaches in the corner where
He keeps his loaded gun
Then he checks the firing action as
He
asked you things in Farsi
California Superbloom
Opium Rush
I'm not a betting man
But I went to the horse race
Bet on evergreen and drank champagne by your
I think I know where all my problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me
livin' broke (Westside, California style, LA!)
One time for my niggas livin' broke (You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggas in
La Mar (Traditional) additional lyrics by Rafael Bustamante Sarria
En la mar me encontraba, En una tarde serena
En la mar me encontraba, En una
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
He stopped by and I didn't even recognize.
He looked shaky and sweaty and puffy and petrified.
He said that thing in California is kind
throw up your hood
Represent where you from baby it's all good
A'yo in California I have to warn ya,
My niggas be stocked locked and ready to rock
Aimin'
fans. (Like ceiling fans.)
Stay chasing paper. (Stay chasing paper.)
Like a Taliban. (Like a Taliban.)
I'm freeband, La Familia. (My family.)
I got
at the dock of the bay
Wating for the snow to roll in, split end
It's Kokane a k
A the black hopper
Surrounded by the black teamsters
With triple beamers
Cause
nigga
California drippin' in my low-rider
Hit the switch, bounce, then it go higher
Def Jam, don't give a damn
Rollin' Backwoods by the gram
We
the bop gun
Money talk, drop some
Don't like it? You can leave, nigga
California drippin' in my low-rider
Hit the switch, bounce, then it go higher
Def
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
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