Lyrics:
the sky I’m
The brightest star looking at you and in my mind
I ain’t gone, never left you I’m still right by
By your side
You can see me in the nighttime,
the cutie's shockin'
Yes and there ain't no stoppin'
Yes, it's on and poppin'
Yes, this party's rockin'
Yes, the cutie's shockin'
Yes and there ain't no
Poslední dobou zklamávám rodiče
Nejsem takovej jako bys, táto, chtěl
Měl jsem táhnout do Němec
Vypadnout už ze Sudet
Bejt pečlivej student a mít se
I'm a Beretta, a go-getter
Mo' wetter Loretta, dope-getter
So better for weather, no never so clever
Go whether or not the teapot
Or the beef might
pride with every 9 I toke
It's a tear I done shed
Another black male on the stairs laid dead
What more could I do?
Move up, nigga ain't no rules in
for no reason
Dub city we eating
Money we greasing
If you anit with it fuck what yall say
Northern California on it baby
Welcome to the bay
See we
loved ones
And it hurt
Had to go
And get it
Out the dirt
Failure ain't an option
No, no, no
Foldin ain't an option
Only way is up
From the bottom
They got
I just wanna see some water
Ain't no beach in Atlanta, Georgia
So Umma have to go to Florida
Or Malibu California
I just wanna see some water
Ain't
We Maxing in this California Sunshine
Turn up the Volume Cuzzin One Time
This how we do it just to get by
Hussle like NIP we on the West Side
Music
its aloud
I said sugar you aint so sweet
I said sugar you aint so sweet
California save me, save me
California save me, save me
I said sugar you aint
my nigga Rico
My money so high but my car is so, low
I stand in that stance while I sip Olde, Gold
Ain't no dough then it ain't no show, we just don't
without you cause I thought we’d never split
ima do whatever for ya you just gotta let me in
Keep it movin lil baby nah there ain’t no settling
Right
projects homes, that's why I feel this way (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no more cookin' the dope, that's why I feel this way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear that we ain't
undercover and we party like it’s summer
There ain’t no other place like California
You don't want to mess with me
Westside tell it to the streets
Everyday's
a three day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
ill!!!
You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on homeboy and grab her.....
Tape
of a thousand faces - no match for Ron. Doug Henning does the make-up - special effects from Grecian Formula 16 and Crazy Glue. Transportation furnished by
J’s
Killer California ain’t no place to vacate
Niggas break safe to save face
Make your fate wait
Haters tugging on my dick like a shake weight
If it
robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
I never get the working
You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life
your paintings on the sidewalk
And by a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, boy, you come home to me"
And she
walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
said that you’d be gone tomorrow
So many other paths to follow
Sorry babe, no time to borrow
Guess I’ll see you in the by and by
Gone baby now but why
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