Kalifornia
Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 11:11 am
[Bridge]
[V 1]
Grew up in a rough childhood
Acting out in a tough buck wild hood
In the town of Sin City, where heard of murders occur
Still after 1996, its a mystery whom murdered Shakur
But no real thug niggaz havent had heard of Shakur
Real when I spit
I been a ghost writer, but its better if they hearin my shit
I aint never been bustin, for those gs that be hustlin
Barely holding it down, and I then see my family keep strugglin
Motherfuckers coming for my diamonds, when they see us and
Then I leave a niggaz brains on the pavement
Real gangsters leave a niggaz bitch in a basement, till he owe his dues and is able to produce a payment
And meets for any farther arrangement
Next thing ya know, a nigga steals your life
Find whereabouts of family, and take the kids and kill your wife
Niggaz are unware what they will give for life
The question is would they rather live or die
Fuck these motherfuckers, and we skool on them
Like Mobb Deep, I will Drop A Fuckin Jewel On Them
[Brigde]
[Chorus]
Im just ridin and decidin if I want someone to hold
No commitment Im just gettin laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh
[V 2]
Faced with society, but blacks and whites start rioting
Its a prior thing
Happening at a violent scene
You got to be street wise, in the streets you will get scammed or schemed
Some hopeless black males and females had plan for dreams
Packing Hennessy
Enter a club with my drink, packed with enemies
Poured out the Henne bottles
Till I made sure I had just empty bottles
If a nigga push me, show them I aint a pussy
And blast the semi autos
Going in strong, I never leave off with weak lines
Every bitch try to see possible that should seek mines
Cowardz flee hiphop with them weak rhymes
Im just ya average rapper, with bunch of written scripts
I though I was getting money, but it seems a nigga aint getting shit
But Cali aint bout whoes and partying, in the West Coast
Niggaz better catch on, you need to recognize the dress code (Ha Ha)
Fuck the haters
My clique run up in their spot, we make these busters pay us
Crooked ass whoes and niggaz, the needs are scandlous
Welcome to the streets of Los Angeles
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Im just ridin and decidin if I want someone to hold
No commitment Im just gettin laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh (x2)
[V 1]
Grew up in a rough childhood
Acting out in a tough buck wild hood
In the town of Sin City, where heard of murders occur
Still after 1996, its a mystery whom murdered Shakur
But no real thug niggaz havent had heard of Shakur
Real when I spit
I been a ghost writer, but its better if they hearin my shit
I aint never been bustin, for those gs that be hustlin
Barely holding it down, and I then see my family keep strugglin
Motherfuckers coming for my diamonds, when they see us and
Then I leave a niggaz brains on the pavement
Real gangsters leave a niggaz bitch in a basement, till he owe his dues and is able to produce a payment
And meets for any farther arrangement
Next thing ya know, a nigga steals your life
Find whereabouts of family, and take the kids and kill your wife
Niggaz are unware what they will give for life
The question is would they rather live or die
Fuck these motherfuckers, and we skool on them
Like Mobb Deep, I will Drop A Fuckin Jewel On Them
[Brigde]
[Chorus]
Im just ridin and decidin if I want someone to hold
No commitment Im just gettin laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh
[V 2]
Faced with society, but blacks and whites start rioting
Its a prior thing
Happening at a violent scene
You got to be street wise, in the streets you will get scammed or schemed
Some hopeless black males and females had plan for dreams
Packing Hennessy
Enter a club with my drink, packed with enemies
Poured out the Henne bottles
Till I made sure I had just empty bottles
If a nigga push me, show them I aint a pussy
And blast the semi autos
Going in strong, I never leave off with weak lines
Every bitch try to see possible that should seek mines
Cowardz flee hiphop with them weak rhymes
Im just ya average rapper, with bunch of written scripts
I though I was getting money, but it seems a nigga aint getting shit
But Cali aint bout whoes and partying, in the West Coast
Niggaz better catch on, you need to recognize the dress code (Ha Ha)
Fuck the haters
My clique run up in their spot, we make these busters pay us
Crooked ass whoes and niggaz, the needs are scandlous
Welcome to the streets of Los Angeles
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Im just ridin and decidin if I want someone to hold
No commitment Im just gettin laid, I can get cos
California, sweet California
Got the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh (x2)