[Daz] Comin' from the city where no pity is shown shown shown shown
[Lady "V"] [x2] In California In Californ-i-a
[Daz overlapping "V"] Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard Starin' at these suckers who claim to be hard Daz Dillinger and Tha Gang Who can blast and gangbang, hahaa
[Verse 1: Daz] Who gives it up for every hooker, rat and hood slut All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut You slept game on those who act lame See, ain't a damn thang changed You know I ride the neighborhood slow Floss on you and let the weed blow True indeed I'm havin' a ball Pick up the phone and give my homies a call What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?) Livin' in the city where we born to ball Rolled up a Philly, we pack it tight What a pity, what a sight And hella chronic all damn night Got the weed, it got me kinda feelin' so high Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high Pull outta state, enjoy my day and I love to burn rubber Pump up the jam for the summer Gimme eureka, Snoop got the Hummer Kinda make you wanna sit back and wonder
[Hook: Lady "V"] [In California, in California] The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] And niggas get shot over who they thought you was [In California, California] The home of the cities of the gangstas and bud [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] Or you can get got for who they thought you was
[Verse 2: Daz] Ooh damn, back by a popular demand Daz Dillinger back in effect, homie, once again The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high Say the wrong thing, get right Prepare in effect, homies are prepared everywhere Causin' ruckus, all bein' fair Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone Be by myself in a place that I call home Check it out, peep out the scenery Ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me, ya keep frontin' to me I hit you up Dogg Pound all come around Lay 'em all down homies be frontin' for they town Throw it up, east side, west side bumpin' California's the state where we be dumpin', what
[Hook: Lady "V"] [In California, in California] The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] And you can get shot over who they thought you was [In California, California] The home of the cities of the gangstas and bud [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] Ha haa or you can get bad got for who they thought you was [The only ill scene to do somethin' for ya It's a place where everybody wanna see Once that you visit see all the places You may never wanna leave]
[Verse 3: Daz] Here I am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound Knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round Who come around get destroyed off contact Realize and understand homie you don't want that Check it out, let's engage in military actin' Women, dope and drama keep me yackin' Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin' Them beats and that bullsh you yappin' I'm about all busy boggin' and cappin' Pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action Homie, you better watch out, cause nothin' can save ya Tattooein' y'all with razors Blazen that it didn't penetrate him but I grazed him Now they callin' Daz unusual playa hater Back on the spot, feelin' high Watchin' as the cops pass by Smokin' fire homie I ain't lyin' Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan Rockin' like Run DMC, homie, without a band in hand A why can't control the whole scene Watch it unfold, get scold, get blown away Any other rapper pay dearly, severely, y'all come and hear me Damn, you get bruised, battered and slammed Niggas try to see who I am, Dat Nigga Daz
[Hook: Lady "V"] [x2] [In California, in California] The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] Where you can get got for who they thought you was [In California, California] The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] Where you can get shot over who they thought you was [The only ill scene to do somethin' for ya It's a place where everybody wanna see Once that you visit see all the places You may never wanna leave]
[In California, in California] The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] And you can get got for who they thought you was [In California, California] The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods [In Californ-i-a, Californ-i-a] Where you can get shot over who they thought you was [In California, Vallejo In Californ-i-a no time to lose The only ill scene to do somethin' for ya It's a place where everybody wanna see Once that you visit see all the places You may never wanna leave Mmm, mmm]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
