Lyrics:
twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin'
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time, my California grind
Four hearts beat one
Oasis on the run in the California sun
This ain't no mirage
Two kid two Ford in the garage
We are family
Shamba LaMarriage
Off
funk and the bass go thump
When I roll in my focus no fear
I'm trying to get on while I smoke my chronic
California dreaming this year
I love the South
(Prohoezak Music)
Every time I twist one up
You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah)
You ain't never got no money
But you
noggin'
Gotti gon' hit you and it ain't no stoppin'
Lil' opp thot suckin' me up
Dolo got booked, shit fuckin' me up
DD told me, "Mel, just chill"
We gon'
ain't fucking with these jive hoes, uh
No more
No more
They be sweating all on my ball
Let me get a grip let me get that bag
Let me get a bitch let me
When I was young I was a quite kid ,
hid my pain by smiling , aww he's so cute look at
the size of him , little did they see the fucked up
s hit
California, Memphis never had the blues
Oh, there ain't no trucks in Texas, and I ain't missing you
There ain't no phone sitting by my drink
I don't hope it's
With a big appetite
She got a big backside
Tell her I can smack it right
No romance for your man
Only vigils by the candle light
Coroners
California's where the crops are
Wanna go to O-block cah i heard that's where the shots are
Rap beats shaking like a bad bitch twerking
I ain't fucking no girl
no, it really don't surprise me
Intercept the ball, you ain't getting nothing by me
I accept the call if the money trying to find me
I know the shit
from
Welcome to Watts, California
Where we ain't scared to run up on ya
You ain't prepared when it go down
You already dead right about now
will get your life snatched
I know a lot of niggas died like that
I'm talkin' straight drop, no act
I don't drink I was posted by the liquor store
San Diego to Sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
I ain't
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
ain't no a coast better
Home of the bridges and beaches go forever
West side, west side, west side, west side
Ay, west coastin in the California sun
up
Drawed on I don't give it up
Fourteen years on the mission
Ain't no hesitating, hop out and bust
As a baby was taught to go get it
I been hittin
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)
She just want head in the mornin'
She just want lay in the daylight (hey)
She ain't tryna do no fallin'
Don't want love if
the California sun
First of all, I'd like to thank you for accepting this collect call
And to tell you that what you're about to here is sincere
It's not
on them hoes
I ain't got time to be hanging with y'all
'Specially when there is no money involved
Joint seem mighty long, red beam on his dome
Point
I know I gotta make it
No matter what they be saying
If your listening to me
Rocking on with me I ain't playing
California breeze palm trees
But I know I gotta make it
No matter what they be saying
If your listening to me
Rocking on with me I ain't playing
California breeze palm trees
What's really goin' on in the Oakland town
Tell me who went broke, and who got rich
But Too $hort baby just ain't no snitch
You say you're just doin'
every father has dreams
And schemes for his own kid
And dreaming it ain't been
Declaired no capital crime
But I just hope when I grow
Up to have my own
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