room she recognize a player mack Known for my raps, gettin' blown in the back Gimme 10 G's a microphone and some 'Yak And don't forget my Kahlua and
' I'ma keep it real, that's the way that this is As long as I'm around I don't play that shit This is for all my dogs on my block Hustlin' from 5 around
Here she comes brighter than the California sun I say, "Girl, are you alright?" You know I can't believe the way you shine tonight A northern treasure
Readymade, readymade Listen but don't be afraid I've gotta brother making trouble In the state of California I wish I knew another way But I'm gonna
says, honey, you must think - - I'm some kind of california fool The way you treat me just like some kind of tool Lisa says, hey baby, if you stick your tongue in my
When I wiped the tears from my eyes The warm water took me by surprise And I woke up beside the ocean I realized I must be in California Aloha, my
knew the people at my own damn marriage Where an open bar can open your mind You save my life with every word you say You shine your light for me to find a way
her hand, she gon' move it wit the quickest Now my California chick, she the type you don't need She always trippin' on me when I smoke my *** I told
[Legacy] Man you could be my new girl. Said you could be my new girl. New boyz(D&D). [Legacy] To keep it 100 im ready for the next chick my soon to be
you mad (Most Hated) My Swag My Swag I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag [Bridge:] My chain beamed up My ears beamed up My wrist beamed up My
keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin' with one man above me Nuttin' on my waist, but if
to ocho Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz My music more underground
faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
let in the sun What the fuck I've done? My Mama's only son I went from slangin' and bangin' to yellin' number one I love my fans to death, until my last
the way you flowin' Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin' On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle The inside of my ride smellin' like
', the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake With my
square bitch, man, she looked way too cool She said she loved me but is that true? She asked me could she be my lady Wanted so much to have my baby So
Man, I need to get me one of those Long hair half braids, California girls California girls (I cant forget about the) Midwest ladies down Southeast Coast