[Intro] Yeah tha, it's Dax Just moved out to Cali baby You know I had to do this one Listen
[Verse] I moved to California Dax is back on the track and I'm causin' pandemonia I'm tickin' bombs like Iraq, I got you the panic don't I Finna the the boy on the map it's magi-magic I bring up on ya, yeah Tried to warn ya, yeah Didn't believe me, yeah Brought my shit out to Cali to make it to TV, yeah Brought my shit out to Cali the weather is breezy Bitches in tops and bikinis Lookin' for niggas with money, tryna get all of it easy You feel me A new era, so clearer A King Kong I'm strong yeah gorilla So figure, a new nigga, new state I came from Kansas, doing damage and it feels great, hey Cali I'm bout to pay these checks So show respect, I'm riding on the LAX I know they vexed, I got it out the mud, I'm blessed Know I'm next, I see it on they face they stressed, u dig I call it Californication, I been patient, I got myself an education There's no debatin', that I'm the greatest in the makin' I made a statement, I know they know it but won't say, it's frustratin' It's Hollywood, I'm Hollyhood, I'm highly good I brag so I'm misunderstood, you probably should Bandwagon on my team, better come correct I'm only talkin' if you talk green Get you like a bee sting, beastin' I just started rappin' and I'm feastin', eatin' Baby rappers got me breastfeedin', teethin' You fuckin' crazy If I see you in the streets it's fuckin' fuck you pay me Haha I wanna visit places, Santa Monica, Venice See all the different faces Hit the beach the freaks, I'm movin' at different paces I'm so wasted, the beat base is So ba ba ba ba blazin' The finest niggas, inside me nigga, I'm hidin' Labels finna come and find me nigga, I'm thrivin' Labels finna come and sign me nigga, I'm drivin' 105 be the highway nigga To Boyle Heights, if you wanna come and die my nigga I got a knife on my waste you can try my nigga I got gun on the way I'mma buy my nigga Registered so the feds won't deny a nigga This the DA the X Gimme the beat ace a death Gimme da Booth A with a fanbase And a Band-aid is a wreck Gimme a fan page and a check Gimme a 12 gauge and a vest Gimme a six pack and a Cadillac and a bad bitch with a chest Gimme a whole fuckin' deal nothin' less than six figures Record label on the table if it's less I'm pullin' triggers Fan base gettin' bigger I should do it on my own, but I'm carpel tunnel always answering my phone Pac you see me nigga? I remember when you talked to me I came up out that dream and I now I swear that you apart me Pushin' on my artistry, strengthenin' my arteries Capillaries my lungs and everything that's in the heart of me So pardon me, I speak on everything I think I oughta be The hardest in the game I think I really need a policy Is obviously, I have these rappers moving hella cautiously They doggin' me, and saying I ain't finna kill but honestly You dead niggas In a head niggas No skills, pill popping in the head niggas Never there niggas With the fed niggas In the jail, outta jail, wishing well niggas Fuckin' wish you well nigga You ain't fukin with me The shit smooth you cud if fuckin' call it butter to me A bucket to me Rappin is like dunkin' to me I had to work to get it, now it's fuckin' nothing to me Yaah
[Outro] California baby, haha, thank you for having me man Just graduated college, moved out to here We done with hoops, we done with school Shout out to my nigga 2pac manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
