Lyrics:
"Believe in Jesus Christ"
I'll get Him after this part of my exciting life
Cause if I time this right I'm gonna make like a Beach Boy
And let California
a gun behind Neptune's Net.
Killed a man I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California Justice...
Took off in the Mustang for
and reunite, aiight
So now he's growin' up exposed to the ghetto limelight
No pops (nope) plus his moms got to work nights
Moonlightin' as a janitor, to make
together, smash out
Set you up, send a bitch over with her ass out
In California, we got them pictures niggas map out
In California, we turn a mansion
the light, so open up
This is it, what the fuck? ("just like music")
One fly tune
That have black and white vibe in one room
No confrontation, parlay all
give a damn
Now I'm rolling with the coolest in the California sand
Got a baddie by my side with a stack on her hand
These feels to high for me, these
My auntie kept her a pistol right by the night stand
I'm just tryna ball all summer
Shorty mad at me I ain't call all summer
Pullin' up in big
and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back
By te...
a while
My daddy worked hard down at the factory
Nights he went to G.I. school
He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon
But he lived by the golden
People there can't keep off their feet
They end up dancing, dancing in the street
I had a dream last night
Travelling by the speed of light
Everywhere was
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all the Lee nails while all the BG's bailed
The little homie be in and out of camp
This time he
down
Not enough liquor in the bar, weed growin' in the ground
Trapped by these walls where my brain can't get out
Wonderin' if my mom might have
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle,
Me and bill packed the car in the pourin' rain.
Witch and john were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung.
hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, I wake up in a cold
We the reason the hearse just left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than
sheet man (amen)
You gotta get it in bruh
Let's get it (amen)
You like that don't you?
I wrote it myself by the way
And I don't mean to be selfish
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
fightin' no bitches
Upscale type you know nights in the VIP
Pull up on the scene in the spotlight off the rip
Ooo
cnd ain't even tryin'
Man said we keep it
we let him spend the night in our rabbit's hutch[01:40.73]So weeks went by, summer turned to fall[01:42.88]And we'd grown quite fond of our little
all night tryna find a reason why you won’t stop lyin'
Oh but what good would that be
I still won't end up happy
When I’m stuck in this cycle this
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on count
This time he
what I sip smoke Gary Payton
Tell by the way that I look I ain't out here playing
Broke niggas make the best crooks what i pull up playing
Windows Down
we are and we're growin' stronger day by day
[Chorus]
Cause we got love times love
It's always there for us to share
And girl it sure feels good
and confusion
our hands and yours side-by-side
as we hold up half the sky with fists upraised
I raise the roof in vocal praise
that I can call you brother
you,
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