Niggaz run up on ya when you live in California In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh They run up on the side of your ride and then blast When it pops off it happens that fast If you soft you just won't last
I was born in Los Angeles city Where the thugs ride low, get dough and the girls are pretty It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty Sun shines but sometimes it's dark and moody
Whatever you do to me you won't stop my grind Son, when you find one you hold on and shine Don't lay back, relax 'cause the minute you laid back Someone takes away from your stacks
Nowadays it's a struggle to hustle Not only in the street, the rap games and the fucked up shuffles So I came with the rain to boost it back Real life is a struggle but we used to that
No matter who you are or who you be with We all want the same thangs, we all in the same gang Same dope, same notes we flow for Same dreams and schemes we investin' our soul for
Niggaz run up on ya when you live in California In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh They run up on the side of your ride and then blast When it pops off it happens that fast If you soft you just won't last
I'm livin' that Cali life in the hundred degree heat And you wonder why they found another body in the streets No AC packed in a car eight deep They go kamikaze, no camraderie or peace
And beef, homey ain't just somethin' you eat But the taste of revenge is oh so sweet Your boy won't sleep till I'm up in that Benz E-class, heat blast leave 'em in a trench
And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game Your business fucked up they got you signin' for a chain They callin' for a change, they callin' out my name Young De, they want me to come and do my thang
Plain black tee, I ain't do it for the fame Same black glock if you move into my lane Same old blocks is the spots where I hang On the stoop with the vets but your boy ain't changed
Niggaz run up on ya when you live in California In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh They run up on the side of your ride and then blast When it pops off it happens that fast If you soft you just won't last
Top hat smashin' in a California fashion Even the strong get chin checked tested and blasted Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons I beach cruise, black T-shirts for each season
Come here flossin' ya knots, you're not leavin' with that Now where my motherfuckin' gangsters at? More single mothers than brothers than we got on the street Better have you a handle whenever you keepin' the peace
Still 'Fuck Tha Police' at least the coast stay consistent Fame is lame but life is lost in an instant Hit the fence then sprint through the neighbor's yard Canine is on your ass, if they catch you then you're gone
This is for the soldiers that's never comin' home Who been crackin' for the cause candy-painted to the chrome Hikin' up Cypress Hill with two bongs B-Real got a pound then it's on, we smokin'
Niggaz run up on ya when you live in California In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh They run up on the side of your ride and then blast When it pops off it happens that fast If you soft you just won't lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
