번역: 타임 머신. 캘리포니아 꿈꾸는.
first glass Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up like a fiend Stuntin' like we printin' money with machines
a symbol) I thought life was a fire There's an institute in Chicago With a room full of machines And they live this side of the sunrise And burn away your dreams
in the jungle on your TV screen In tricky dicky's love machine We'll take an easy ride and have some fun On Dylan's Highway 61 In California dreaming
bubble eyes and customized, and chrome be 20 inches wide Entertainment center be lit up, and all the trunks gone lift up Button rims they rip up, down talkers mouths gone zip up It's that time
Boys in the jungle on your TV screen In tricky dicky's love machine We'll take an easy ride and have some fun On Dylan's highway 61 In California dreaming
, wrists all ice my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights (for real) Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream
California Comin back tellin us niggaz dyin over colors He told me 'bout, khaki wearin, jheri curl brothers Doin drivebys in cars with machine guns bustin
time we met was like a dream come true, cuz these niggaz on tha streets ain't seen nothin like u. It was a red-head sunshine fresh from California, boys
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn) Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
in this bitch and we lit up like a screen Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn) Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
heyyy. She had big bubble eyes and skin like peanut butter, even though I hear boys talk I stil love her. First time we met was like a dream come true
wrists all ice my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights (for real) Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of