Lyrics:
so we party all Night
Party all night
Let me ask you something
Have you been to the LA
What about to the Bay
By way Sac Town
I'm a lil ways down
Lil
mixed it up with white runtz
He been talking tough for Twitter, boy you really fuckin' up
Today I met a girl from California, we been fornicating
things like
Rosé and Calamari
The way the sun sets in LA California
Those late night talks that don't stop till the morning
I need you like you need your
I had a dream last night we
Drove out to see Las Vegas
We lost ourselves in the bright lights
I wish you could have seen us
Beggin' for change to get
California love, yo
I'm giving California love
Like the LA Leakers
Yeah I love the sun like LA preachers
I'm doing movies
Niggas askin' me for features
made your ears perc up
Shawty rubbing on my skin like the California heat
But you I never been
We just chilling by the beach
Baker cakes sweet in Jamaica
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
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
I
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
I
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
I
Ayy, won't you come around and do it like me
Baby, slow down and do it like me
We could just slide back
Living on palm trees in California
Ayy,
motherfuckers!)
I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em
[Verse one: Cha Cha]
I {*gun noise*} stick 'em
I - IIIII flick 'em
Shit 'em and switch 'em,
California.. Defari!
Verse 1:
Never lose touch never lose sight
Never lose sight of my moms who gave me the birth right
I fight for righteousness
fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun shot ah blaze
Best friend will kill yuh fi ah box ah food
(Krueshef)
Hos-pital street, LA Grange ah my
comme Biggie, je veux tous les évincer
G'Z UP c'est comme un drive-by
Je fais ce qu'il faut pour que la galère ne m'entrave pas
Fleur du Roi, comme les
brought up in Gardena California
Uh she started tuggin' an rubbin' on the Swoop
I'm wastin' my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce
Uh you didn't know I
but bitch I never voted
I'm out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent
ya'll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game)
where the bangers get caught
Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court
I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real
Good weed, I
machine gun go high
Go high machine gun go high
Stay by me
Even if you don't know
You don't know my plan
They think I'm the man
But I knew I'm the man
Even
machine gun go high
Go high machine gun go high
Stay by me
Even if you don't know
You don't know my plan
They think I'm the man
But I knew I'm the man
Even
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder whyFriday night and everyone's moving
I
step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun-man hollar
Mack 11 guard your grilla
Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon,
a pimp,
She couldn't make it on her own!
She had to get a pimp,
She couldn't make it on her own!
California air!
Chain all blue like it's runnin' out
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