They knew just where to draw the line You let them got you every time Though it breaks your heart We had to sell the farm Back to California where it
Drop it low to cost to cost from the cellar to the floor from the beach of California to the shore. All my girl's say "Ah" All my girl's say "Oh" All
A modern day Romeo and Juliet American tragedy Low rent, high rise lovers who met At the end of Coronado Street Crucifix made in California gold Two
the glasses ..nice lashes ... I put it on the California ... [Chorus:] Always .. to compete me up, I'm driven I'll be in the .. new whips like the driven Though low
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh And on across Caroline Stopped in Charlotte
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia California on my mind I stranded that Greyhound And rode in into Raleigh and on across Caroline We stopped in Charlotte
re all stars now in the dope show There's lots of pretty, pretty ones Who want to get you high But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and
O.G. 'Cause O.G. means, means you a original gangsta Understand pure motherfuckin' man Ain't no police or judges, just nigga's holdin' grudges You mark ass bitches is low
records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low
go girl California face with a down south rump California face with a down south rump California face with a down south rump Ba, ba, baby girl scrumptious, uh uh she dumb California
bug me All da niggas dancin and none of them know me I hear da crowd screamin like "aye! get it brody!" So I'm on my and I take it real low Dey like "
your eyes somebody tell her i need her to be here by my side your pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty down low low your pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty down low low
t slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop
Yeah, Brick City Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin
people, keep 'em loving a nigga On the low love the dough between my publish and bigga Is it wroth a million yet that's what they say now Long distance California
it on the low" If I take her to my house she won't say no I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo'-fifty-fo' California niggas drop the top and roll Stare
time To handle business nigga lay low Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales An black mail, an black males, peelin' black males That?s why these California
