Lyrics:
Violent spells have gotten lost in the cold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe, you unfold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe you unfold
How will
California is the place to be
When you're alone in the world and you wanna be free
Up in the hills or down by the sea
Deep in the canyons where
start to change
Lately I've found myself in the past
Walking through these streets
In this beach town I used to play
Growin' up
Listening to the music
Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat
That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat
So he
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
In California [Repeat: x4]
Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard
Starin' at these suckers who claim to be hard
Daz Dillinger and the Gang
Who can
never slowin
So that me my brand my legacy keep growin
Yeh yeh
Time is money an I gotta get that bag
Stay clocked in that OT I gotta snagg
Day an night
And in November we be harvesting trees
That's why So Cal life be the life for me
Yeh Johnny Richter I feel what ya sayin
Growin up in California a young
the traffic up while they tried to figure out.
When it's night-time in Italy, it's Wednesday over here.
When the snow falls in Araby
They're squeezing
Relax and just unwind
Wake up late I don't keep time
Sitting here under the palm trees palms
California playing my favorite song
The nights get
I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by
it backfires on me
All the things growin' up as daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not
should be by my side
Makin' love, actin' up
You should be by my side
Ohhhh, aye!
You should be by my side
You should be by my side
By my side
You should
the mornin
45 nights while the rain still pourin
45 tries but I gotta keep goin
At the end of the sky I find reasons for growin
45 days getting up in
but a little funky mac song
All I'm sayin' is that I wanna smack it all night long
On and on until the early morn'
Givin' up all you need so you can
Fruit of the Ruach growin' in me
Day-by-day, Yahuah's workin' on me
If we say we live in the Ruach
Let us learn to walk it out
Not being easily
calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin'
If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably
tied to these tracks
I don't think the ranger's coming back for me
I'm taking my days
Night by night
I guess I'm okay
But only all right
And while she
think I sip at night?
Watch the pen ignite
Open up, bitch, I'm loaded up, loaded up, what the fuck?
Always in the cut, eyes never shut
Let the pen
where I'm headed next, but
Man, I can't even fake no more
Surrounded by lies and bullshit
Nigga, I can't even take no more
See, I woke up havin' a bad
Growin' Up
Well I stood stone like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair 'til it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I
WALKING UP
NICE AND SLOW FRAME BY FRAME
STROBE BY STROBE
LIKE THE WAY A HEARTBEAT POUNDS
COKE AND CROWN USUALLY DO ME IN
BUT SHE'S LOOKING LIKE THE
BUZZ
run up another bag get ahead to get you back
I'm a walking Texas ranger from the heart of Metrowest
Yeah I put her life in danger being next to me is
She had stars in her eyes
In her dreams every night
So she packed her bags
And took a ride out to Hollywood
She took the town by storm
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