Lyrics:
will rock you it ain't nothing to make your body slump
Who you thought you playing with I'm nothing like them other chumps
No ain't no bitch in me I'm
(I'm not going economy, no way)
Jheeze, ayy, hahaha
Ayy, mummy
(I'm claiming it, man)
Claim it, Amen
(I'm claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said,
best have gangster already in you
Ain't no stopping in Dago homey, the saga continues
[Chorus]
In California
In California we live rowdy
With nothing
yeah, I fell on my head and she fell on her knees
What you know about that?
Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah
California house in the hills
Big windows, no
a play my own way
And I'm a little unorthodox, I can't lie
No I ain't gonna conform I rock my own style
Tell that to the fans and everybody by side
Yo
and I know summit
Take this fade bitch ain't no running what my daddy said
Turned down a fade on Washington and he was in my head
Ain't fuck shit y'all
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
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone
Bitch
And it don't stop
To the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the house
Bitch
I tell you,
I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money
Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
game to be playin all these games
I dont do it for the fame nah
A closed mouth aint gettin fed
So a lazy nigga aint gettin no bread
I be lane switchin
Sittin' by the ocean ridin' clean, puffin' loud
You ain't runnin' with the team gettin' figures and amounts
Cuz we ridin' and we smokin'
roll the windows
homicide and mourn marijuana
Let my daddy smoke his weed, only thing they keep on Philly
I ain't got no jewelry on me, bitch, I got the jewelry in me
Oh,
paranormal
And my wrist this shit ain't normal
I just bought my bitch home a new bitch and she ain't bitchin' no more
Have fun when I'm on the road
Gotta
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
Spend a lot of time thinking 'bout you (Thinking 'bout you, love)
Want a lot of time, you & me (Yeah, you & me alone)
No a lot of time I ain't even
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
Ain't no S on my chest, just the west on my back
Born in
Cali? No doubt, baby
West, West, y'all, pile it on your plate
A little somethin' somethin' from the Golden State
Nah, we ain't like Kobe and Shaq
It's
strapped, I'll fuck her
From the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's
Where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but
fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die
toward a fortune to scorch
When I get the keys ain't no more locked doors
Waves like California
We just left the party
We're just tryna' kick it
Not fuck
gone pull up right to where you stay, that's The way that we Get down cus that's the way we were brought up, don't take no shit from no one and Always
by my side aint no youngsters over here just real Gs that’s down to ride
You know I’m strictly rhymin true playa from the start and if u feelin luck
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