like Warren Brady in the parallax view It's real, it's true, it's how we do Let's chill, got take my birth control pill It's ill, when we made it be
And they call it the south, it's the land of the free It lost the only war it ever fought in history But I love the south, it's the land of the free
California But this is my world [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:] "It's your world" [Common] Yeah [Verse 2] Life and death law around us Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners It
of a kind Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time On land, on air, on mics and on sea Let it all just be, good times on me It's California, fool
them boys and girls that have freedom and fun We say grace, we say "ma'am" If they don't like that, we give less than a damn We're from North California
young girl and I start that gamin' Baby girl asks what set am I claimin' "Just 'cause I rap, I gotta be in gang?" It ain't a black thang, it's a rap
ready to throw a party Like call everybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it In Compton we call that, "Spur of the moment" Well let's do it, spur
cards when I get to California kiss goodbye this southern heat the California stars are my girls for all the night, for all the night drank away my girl
, but ends in a slow roll with the skull of a wyoming bull on the grill of a rented minivan. every girl, twenty-two, wants to move to california, but
hear applause 'Cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone Your arms spread like a cross And you're dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart Topless girl
plate, put the needle on the plate Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up
a man whose hopes never end To kiss with a girl who's as lovely as you I'd give you my heart, if you gave me the truth And for every tear that is lost
subliminal It's the only sign she's beautiful Here's all that's left of her dignity She goes yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah There's a girl
, Saturday night Mr. Scarecrow, hit the lights All the pretty girls want a good time Never gone away Lost in the bathrooms of my waste It's piled up
Time Will Tell You're leaving now It's in your eyes There's no disguising it It really comes as no surprise To find that you planned it all along I see it
are gone gone, gone So it turns in simple ways, now the weeks go by like days Where's that little girl? She's gone and so forgotten And it's strange
Set the black people free Killer bees got the best stee I drip through the faucet I never lost it Where the party at Give me the mic and i'ma toss it
f-cking hate clowns kill em like Jason Burner, yea I Pac-trick like Swayze Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani I rep California but not like Katy Perry Middle school ghetto girls