Текст песни Lil` Rob - California
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[Lil` Rob Talking]Southern CaliforniaHome of low-ridin`Gang-bangin` and shitCalifornia[Chorus](Lil` Rob)I was raised in the streets of California(Southern California, home of car-hoppin` andbomb-droppin`West coast pop lockin`, walkin` how we`re talkin`)I was raised in the streets of California(I was raised in Californ-I-AWhere homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)[Verse 1]I`ve always been down with hydrosAnd cholos, the low-lowsThe six-threes, the six-foursThe rucas with no clothesUsed to drop the two-doorGang-bang in a four doorPuttin` bullet holesIn the doors of a Ford ExplorerHard-core, and I got more and moreWhere that came from?Welcome to my kingdomThe streets are my freedomI need em`, I feed em`, I feedbackThey need that, like I need my weed sackTake a toque, wachaWhere were we at?Oh, California the golden stateControllin` states, pushin` weightWhere vatos like me hallucinateDouble up while you fumble upFuckin` up, you fuckin` punkIf there`s no roomThen we`ll stick em` by the fuckin` pump[Chorus][Verse 2]Slippin` and dippin`, grippin` the wheelLockin` it upDump the back cornerPop the front one upPut the convertable top downIt`s too good to stop nowThis California livin`Smoke up on the ceilin`Party at the roof, off the hookGot every drug up in the bookYou don`t believe meSee for yourself and take a closer lookLow rider car showsHoppin` till the truck blowsCatch me at the barHavin` a drink with my unclesPacifico with no limeThat`s what I drink at all timesCreased up Davis`I`m always out like where the pavement isI come from the undergroundThe underground like where the basement isIt`s California, people have a hard time facin` it[Chorus][Verse 3]Lowrider bicycles, tricyclesCold as icyclesSmokin` chronic shitSo high, you would think my eyes are closedI got my eyes on thoseWho be thinkin` that my eyes are closedBut there not eseTrucha when you get too closeYou`ll know, that I knowWhat you think? I don`t knowI might explode, unloadReload, and unloadYou broke the code, you got`s to goAin`t no future in your frontin`Crazy California homeboyWhere the cuete`s bustin`California stylin`, California ridin`Whittier Boulevard to `FriscoThen back to HighlandI gots to do it like the locos doDon`t race your rideHop your ride like you`re supposed to do, through[Chorus]