Lyrics:
the fliest one of all?)
Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
And the boogie girls forever acting green just like they Yoda
And the beach is always flooded
Tourists flocking by the dozens
And the traffic always trash but
Lexxi McCoy words and music by Rhett May
Verse 1
Getting way hot in the California sun
Stripped down to nothing…this boy
the bed
She lovin' every single word that I said
Pretty girl nice to meet yuh
You a dime you a bad señorita
Need a lesson there's some things I can teach
here again
Santa Cruz
San Jose
Santa Monica
Watching the surfers and skaters go by
Ask out the girl who's from California
Can you sit here until I've
by the hour and time flyin'
I just took me a shower, 'cause I'm lyin'
'Round the dirty money, nigga, I'm Zion
Get up, there's no one as high as I am
smokin' on broccoli
I go to sleep on top of the money
With two girls on top of me
I smoke 'til I can't, I smoke 'til I can't
I just left out of California
a human skull with the heel of my boot
He's seen me at my lowest point he's seen me riding high
The pavement knows me by my name
We're old friends he and I
You always reminded me of a child
Laugh like a thundercloud
Relentlessly drawn by the call of the wild
A gypsy just rambling around
You taught me
Malibu and pineapple in frosted glasses held by girls with short skirts and scratched legs in suburban pubs, tropical drinks to keep the English winter
There's a place I go
To sink down with the sunset
Watching dreams move with the tides
It's the reason that I stay in California
Though I've been here
to the Cha Cha
Go ahead girl, let the whole world watcha
You know I want you, yo te quiero
You can be my gata and I can be your perro
Game tight, much
California
So you suckers better listen when I speak
A brother that's hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind
Kick some ass, grab the mic, then I go
You can ride shotgun, if you wanna
We can cruise real slow girl, if you wanna
We can.. get day drunk by the corner
If you wanna, yeah, if you wanna
the snow
A little warmer by the fireside
She missed California's coast
Sinking slow into her brown eyes
She thought about her ghosts
They don't wait 'till
of California
5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommies on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
You don't know me girl just wish you could, KK with the cap from the Compton backwoods. Where the city's full of stars, wanna-bes, young G'z, rats,
for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac (listen)
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon get by mother fucker
Listen
Baby girl I know you
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie
Inspired by this gangbangin' shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what
handle this?
My girl Missy, can you handle this?
DC, can you handle this?
My ghettos, you can't handle this
Better move 'cause we've arrived
Lookin'
with the girls we meet
None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right
To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night
I get around
Get
in California, Memphis never had the blues
Oh, there ain't no trucks in Texas, and I ain't missing you
There ain't no phone sitting by my drink
I
Red Hot Girl in a Chevrolet
Words and music By: Christopher Paul (Maslyar)
Copyright: Genoa Music Co.
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