Lyrics:
who it's about
We be having good times this ain't never going south
Chilling California beaches
Want you by my side don't need to speak it
We do
me in a coma
I nut on that fish on my sofa
458 California 'Rari
I got that old money, call it Atari
Let's go off the dome, I chop by the dome
California scenes where bad guys meet their destiny
And the good guy gets the girl by the sunny sea
woken
Drinking potion til I'm choking
Clarence Carter I be stroking
This that bitch I made in motion
Your girl wanna fuck no joking
She told me she's home
Perriering
Now we out in Pari niggas still-white girls
Uh, I said it's Kid Ink baby
Somewhere out here in Pari
Still I'm smokin' on lA california Mary
Ain't
robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal
License in California, ID's phony not illegal
situation, you gon be by my side
Tell me if you wit it, is you really down to ride?
Wake up, make up, stay up, and then we run it back
California cruising,
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
Haynes
I'm poppin' collars from California to D.C
I'm in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
I'm putting mileage on 20-inches and 23's
I'm flippin'
Haynes
I'm poppin' collars from California to D.C
I'm in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
I'm putting mileage on 20-inches and 23's
I'm flippin'
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss (Girls pay a fee)
You want freestlye that's right the style is free
Niggas suck my dick and they
And the rest can burn in hell
And for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
Shot by her mother
Her eulogys the sound of construction through
shit I'm getn by
Plant the seed, and uh
Feel the breeze, and uh
Start to see the proceed
Of my money tree
100 degrees
Southern California heat
Time
you let me
Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties
much|Always thought he was kinda rough|And nothin' in this world could change a girl's mind|No use tryin'||1st Chorus||Mom, he's a real go-getter|Love hasn't
like CPR.
Made the west side world wide.
No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all be all.
California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.
The Compton monsters
on Sunset Strip
Yeah, ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Players and pimps
We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles
(LA) , California (Here's
(Verse 1)
You didn’t hear from me in the mornin'
Girl I really thought we could be somethin', how you love another man with no warnin'?
I ain’t
a brand-new Lexus, just moved from Texas
She came to California to model and be that next bitch
Takin' naked pictures tryin' to gain more acceptance
Maybe get
of the summertime shinin' on you
I remember every mile, yeah, you drove me wild
Baby, and the way it felt like nothing else
It's true, girl, I think about you
a swim
I just wanna ride, I just wanna ride
Sun shining like California
Come here girl let me push up on ya
Can we do how we do in the shower
Girl you really got me feenin
I threw myself in the deep end
For your love I be craving
I think my body needs saving by you
Moment of silence to be with
thang, girl!
Fuck what they lookin' at!
We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast, baby, with so much gravy
You should call The Navy, ever
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