Lyrics:
No doubt, I'm living it
Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
This ain't paranoia
This is California
Best believe mothafucka, that they coming for ya
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
Above the law
Baby this ain't what you wanted
Na this ain't what you wanted
No... noo... nooo... yeah
Feels like I'm on my shit again
Just by regaining my
it takes to get a taste of your lips
AYE
No makeup needs to cover all of this
Just a bare face, thin waist
And touch of olive skin
UGH
Looking
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
and on a mission, provin' a point
In my game, ain't no fuckin' competition
They wishin' but run up on reality
C-P-T, C-A-L my locality
It's strange how I
ain't taking shit back
Niggas keep asking where we from we ain't banging
I'm from yo opposition hood to keep it gangsta
I'm in California making plays
you caught some
Hold it
Learn some
Fold it
Save it
Or grow it
Just know this
So what
I aint gotta change for no one
So what
I aint gotta change for no
Passin' around the weed, no problems at all
And you haters keep on hatin', I ain't talkin' to y'all
Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
So
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said no, boy would you come home to me
[Chorus]
(And) I said, ramblin' boy
Yes, this song is poppin'
Yes, the parties rockin'
Yes, the cuties shockin'
Yes, and there ain't no stoppin'
Yes, this song is poppin'
Yes,
I can't get niggas spent
I ain't say no names up in this song but I know some niggas hit
You and your feelings like a bitch about some internet shit
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo' fist up in yo'
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo
youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like
what made you decide
To work with them
Because I can't always be in the Bay
And I know how the Bay is
The Bay is tight people, man
If you ain't there,
shit
Sit on my throne as I sip from my chalice
Realizing ain't nobody a challenge (Word?)
No enemy or anybody that's close to me could gain
Enough
Yeehaw (Silver City)
Yeahaw (New Mexico)
Yeehaw (LA)
Yeehaw (California)
Little shorty bad, and she know it
Freaky little bird and she aint afraid
ice I'm frozen
Ain't no place better than the state of the golden
Where the parties ain't over till six in the morning
Niggas don't give you fair
He tried to pull my card but
He ain't seein' Royal Flush
This is my opinion nigga, I ain't sayin' much
Lookin' up to the goats and
No I'll never
I ain’t thinking clearly no I ain’t paying attention
Gone off psychedelics I ain’t no where near this planet
Breakthrough in my mental
Breakthrough
I
so don't flip that coin
This ain't the military, so you punks can't join
It ain't pop, it's called underground rap
From Oakland California
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