Lyrics:
son las noches
En california
Eso lo sabes why asta de sobra
Why si me entiendes
Lavanta ese trago de tequila
Mientras que bailo why bebo
En esta noche
tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun
Diamonds, shinin, shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung
Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41
La to the chi thing
Yeah
Cross my heart and hope to die
Took too much like overbite
California flights overnight
Quick with it the hand is sleight
with this shit, boy
I'm certified, certified with this shit
I've been livin' in the moment
Rockin' shows and record
My bags and my guns' always
What is this place?
What has it become?
The kids are fucking stupid
The adults are dumb
My fingers keep shaking but I'm holding a gun
Right
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
On God
City of the rose now Pasadena California yeah we on now
On God
From the city of the rose, I did a lot stuck to the code.
This don't bend, don't even
The outlaw’s passin’ by
We really ain’t so different
Got six shots at our side
He pulled up right beside me
He said, “Son you best beware”
A California Exiting
a gun
Fall victim to what I fear
Get up, stay by me, not poison
I'd watch while you leave, so broken
I'd be what you need for a moment
And you watch as I
a maniac but I keep control
I'mma roam with a gun for your booty hole
Tengo destreza mi don es bestial
Uso la técnica para liquidar
A todos aquellos que
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below, the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate
And I ate everything mama put on my plate
Niggas walked around packin' BB guns
Knock on your door
break down
Cause this liquor breaking me on down
From Long Beach, California
Mister Jairus JMo Mozee mozee
First Imma start with my nigga Al Mac
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
Waves like California
We just left the party
We're just tryna' kick it
Not fuck with nobody
Living for the moment
Just having a good time
Celebrating
find myself again
Cruising down the PCH
Oh California
I've missed your laid back style
(I've) Been chasing dreams again
In the LA night
Meet me
Hey, I think I might've made a mistake
It's not a day goes by I wanna break you down
And in LA, it's always sunny in the photographs
But in a way, I
Well it's starting to get dark here in California
It's time to take my final look at these LA skies
As they shimmer with the songs
Of the fellow
I'm so enamored by you
Let me show you what this stamina do
I need you all up on my camera too
So there's proof of the damage you, oh god damnit you
Ah
Ah
Prodk on the track (yeah!)
Schmück' meinen Kopf in 'nem Pali-Tuch (Pali-Tuch)
Die Cousins kommen, Drive-by, schreib deinen Tod in ein
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