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[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew

flawless
California Dreaming
Triple beemin she bust often
Fucking with that bandit steal yo soul hoe
Like a coffin
Breaking down the walls like I’m in prison

Yeah I smash that
cnd don't call back
Till I come back
Like karma
Cali-fornia
I spell it for ya
Click clack's and kush plants
Get sniped by a farmer
So

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew

the New York winter snow
Now's your time to shine

Looking around, you're standing out in the crowd
Now he can see it clearly, no mistaking
Never let you

on you-you-you,
Make a sound, or two just like...
So sweet like honey, so funny,
But a hardbody on the outside, Mike, and Ike
It's hot outside, in a minute it's

Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't

bond-IA to Cali-forn-IA
But I represent the Q and you knew
Whole hearted
That I'd be trooping through with
Crew so don't get started
Or get smarted, by

Look how the sky's all silver, beautiful Montreal
Out of the sky of silver snowflakes begin to fall
I sit by my window I take my pen in hand
If I

Uhh, Uhh, Uhh
Whooo
Uhh, Uhh, Uhh
Yeah
Uhh, Uhh, Uhh

I'm from the West Coast side with parties by the beach (Whoaa)
California sun turning up

Grandpa, he was born in West Kentucky
On a rocky hillside farm outside a town
Torn down by a coal mine in the '40's
Aint' nothin' left if you chance

Cover Up the Sun

Counting Crows

Somewhere Under Wonderland

2014

a lot of country in-between
When I left California, I was 29 years old
And the world just spun me 'round
Now I just watch Louisiana
Scroll across

these cones
Every time you always leave it feel so cold
Every time you leave me in the winter snow
I been down and lost for days
Glad I found you

Please Come to Boston

Willie Nelson

City of New Orleans

1984

still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to

Please come to L. A. and live forever
California life alone is just too hard to build
I live in a house

Thought I'd know what to do when I was done with high school
But I still don't know so I guess I'll do more school
Thought by now I'd run away

to California
Yeah, there's no snow when you’re looking for your sweethearts
There's no snow when you’re looking for your answers
Yeah you're, you're the kind

clika mexicana, pura raza (pura raza)
California es el estado de la grasa
Morras en el jet, los homie' dicen: "¿Qué tranza" (homies)
El sign de

in fall
No matter the weather
I love to hate 'em all

Can't drive a car without a plow
Still expected to be at work somehow
Tired of kicking snow off

The L.A. Song

People Under the Stairs

O.S.T. (Original Soundtrack)

2002

Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like
Y'all from San Francisco right?
Nah G we show alot of love
But in the state of California from Humboldt

For the first time in remembrance
The biggest snow covered the sand
And a snowman stood in every yard
In that town by the Rio Grande

A snowman made

I'm in California and I'm ballin' with the bros
All my money come in stacks and then I put it in some rows
Diamonds wetter than the ocean like I

and ham
Blonde hair green eyes surrounded by snow
Little snow in me too I adjust to the cold
Black kids black top just the way that we roll
Hung out with

go
I just smoked on some drugs and now I'm in my mode
I'm really a rookie I feel like a pro
I still rock all my J's even when it gone snow
The secrets

Breeze blows
In the window
My eyes
Staring right on by

Curtain
White as snow
My thoughts
Leaving me behind

You said I'm leaving on the train