Lyrics:
you always have the Lord by your side
And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran
Twenty red lights in his honor
Thank you Jesus, thank
Sunrise, blue skies, a pair of bloody, swollen eyes
Vultures fly high over California skies
Publish in crime, can you read between the lines?
Codes
California, whoa
The boulevard, lights of red and green
As the snow birds make the scene
Hollywood doesn't miss a beat
It's another childhood dream
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
Baby if you wanna leave
Come to California, be a freak like me, too
Screw your anonymity
Loving me is all you need to feel
Like I do
We could slow
their clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton California I could never go soft
I'm hard as a mothafuckin' ounce of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Skrrt, that's a red flag
(Aj got them hits, boy)
It's Gucci
(Dj Meech, lil' bitch)
I can't do no show
California)
(Rays of gold are shining on ya)
Red sun melting to the black top
Dollar shades from a nowhere truck stop
Your kiss and that coastline
If
arms by the fireplace
Will be the perfect gift
Let it snow let it snow let it snow
Let it snow
In Calif-orn-i-a
Dear Santa
What happened to the plan we
eighteen I went to Hollywood,
I met Elvis and Marilyn and Johnny B. Good.
Got my guitar painted as the California sun,
My red Cadillac havin' too much fun.
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go berserk
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go berserk
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go berserk
Red alert, red alert, I'mma go
But life, it slowly goes
Now Charlie dreams and in his dreams
The lot beside him grows
Tomatoes
Yerba mansa too
California poppies wave
As garbage
and milkshakes. Wild cats would eat my pets and I’d drive everywhere in a red open top car filled with sun bleached cassettes for I would live in Malibu, the home
She takes over the ring
Everytime she come around
Just call her Ali by the
Way she knock 'em down
Or maybe LV, cause I – damn proud
I'mma stand like
have some kids and make them proud
By
Telling them everything we did in California
But look at the bright sides there's not a bright side
And I hate
California, I don't wanna know what's on your
Mind!
Little bit at a time
Stop!
Drive right by my dads old house
( Santa Anita )
Dragon fruit, I make the sprouts
Friday was a fiasco
We were scrambling to make the plane
By the time we touched down in Vegas
Wasn't feeling no more pain
Took a pickup truck
Truth is people lie, and the fact is people always gonna lie. Remember that.
Yeah, yeah
Bye Bye California, I don’t want to leave.
Bye
Oferuję i
Namaluję ci dziś ładny obrazek
California, villa, palmy i basen
Jeśli chcesz wskoczymy tam razem
Tylko szybko chyba tracę już fazę
Namaluję ci
at strip mall bars
Housewives tipsy on their brunch rose
What it takes to get through their day
Shaded by a transplant palm tree shield
Cocktails
I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about not a thing at all
No if it kill, we buss ya boy
When I leave
be kissed by only me
When they can't find you
You'll turn into a mystery
But your no mystery to me, Miss California
I call on Jesus but he heard
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
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