Lyrics:
want you
I'll admit it, this just ain't no game
These just ain't words that I'm spittin'
If you could see the thoughts that's in my head
I'm trippin',
ain't gon say no names
California dreaming in Houston
They still be swangin' so
Me and 3, 4 women
But I ain't gon say no names
Smokin' that shit out
This ain't a threat but I think I better warn ya'
Gonna fall in love if you go to California
I did and this is how I know
By the beach north of San
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
or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by, niggas better know that
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
in an send 'em, an jive
Make niggaz remember the Mobb
Them other niggaz ain't no kiddin' 'em
An it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista
Hit ya,
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
tomatoes rate the best
Man living up the dream, California represent
Everyday is an event, It's your time well spent
It's the west coast biatch, ain't no
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're
was so broke
But when you taking money
You can hit me on my phone line
Focused on the money
So the bitches ain't got no time
Fell back from the X
Okay
Ain't fuckin with no lame shit miss me with that
Born and raised in the dirty
I'm a product of the struggle
Salinas California
Where a nigga gotta hustle
at
Young and hungry
No one taken nothing from me
Out to get it
California sky's ain't always sunny
Real neighborhood music
Nice with the fluid
Looters
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
put the bitch on a corner
Welcome to California
[Chorus]
"LAX"
"Oh, Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
"Oh, Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
I meant it, you don’t gotta accept it
My pain is never forgetting, I try to express it
No therapy session, i don’t got an obsession
Love never expect
millions in rapping
Got two incomes I ain’t taking no lost
Get ah nigga touched by making ah call
Blood sweat and tears give this shit my all
Ain’t no
Here go bad ass pops
Daddy watch over me the bad ass drop and mama ain't gotta work
no more believe that.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I sick of a nigga
Geeked Up smokin' out the pack While I'm in California bad bitch
And her name hunnid I call her Winnie Pooh
Said she got a crazy baby I ain't
If you ain't talkin' money then I
Don't expect you talk shit
Yeah, don't talk shit
Make it on my own cos'
I ain't got no option yeah, no option
No
no one's from
Back in my - boring scene we call home
Ain't much of a party town
Since I've been in my denial
Been at it with my old stories
And I
that loco with my 47 cholos
Please don't take no photos if
It ain't of nosotros
Open up those Ojos, stop
Choking up that pojo, ho
Get your hustle
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