Lyrics:
just letting me ride
You would do it if my name was DRE
Second coming mothafucker throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for making bitches take
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
going on. And I'm as troubled by it as anybody else,
And I don't know any answers.
[TORI]
Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun, Mama.
gone wild
Gypsy child
Yeah Soil King
Seed to soul
La di da da da da da da da
California's on fire
La di da da da daaa
there is no California anymore
Was barely there a week first time that I looked in your eyes
Through every dead-end street I hit, you stood there by
to LA
She's chasing after her dreams, she doesn't know the high stakes
Cause down in California no-one's ever heard of her name
Oh Giselle!
Down in
just let me ride
You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker
Throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for makin bitches take they
friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in
and tha streets of LA
This is the killer field y'all
[Hook]4x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
Bloods, crisps,
I weź tą pracę odstaw
Zapalmy papieroska
Niech butelka nie ma końca
Ze mną będzie zachód słońca
I California
Kocham to jak się dłużą dni
I
IB and OB and MB and PB and VB
And California
You will be missed
From there I headed up to the mind fuck that is L.A
Hooked up with my friend Billy
I can charge by the hour, sixty minutes
Say they pay me a minute, that's crazy
My diamonds really be shinin', no shade
I'm goin' all in, no
Yeah I know We just left but I put it on ya
I did
And now we on a roll just like a spicy california.
Soy Sauce
La La La La La La La
She got me feelin
Miss you every day and LA makes me cry
An ocean made its way from your coast to my eyes
You've been hired by them on a brighter side and
Miss you
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks
It only takes a second to pop the trunk
And just like that, you know it's real
You're in
to L.A cos California's where the crops are
Wanna go to O-block cah i heard that's where the shots are
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
Mama told me, please stay off that corner (off that corner) (squad)
They sell weed from California on that corner (on that corner)
Plus that liquor
Where I fit in
Maybe somewhere by the ocean waves
Under the golden gate
Hope can be fleeting
And I got a feeling
I had a dream ‘bout California
But
the California drip I'm at the beach
Watch me pull off in the Porsche but I don't speed
Want them to see me they be like YEET
Put the Roli on the wrist and let it
I just wanna hold you closer out in California
It would be better for you
I just wanna hold you closer out in California
I know what's better for you
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