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California

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  [Lil' Rob Talking]  [Lil' Rob Talking]
  Southern California  Southern California
  Home of low-ridin'  Home of low-ridin'
  Gang-bangin' and shit  Gang-bangin' and shit
  California  California
      
1  [Chorus]         [Chorus](Lil' Rob) 1
1  (Lil' Rob)   1
  I was raised in the  I was raised in the
  streets of California  streets of California
2  (in California)   2
  (Southern California, home  (Southern California, home
  of car-hoppin' and  of car-hoppin' and
  bomb-droppin'  bomb-droppin'
  West coast pop lockin',  West coast pop lockin',
  walkin' how we're talkin')  walkin' how we're talkin')
  I was raised in the  I was raised in the
  streets of California  streets of California
3  (in California)   3
  (I was raised in Californ-I-A  (I was raised in Californ-I-A
  Where homeboys die everyday  Where homeboys die everyday
  over some shit they say)  over some shit they say)
      
  [Verse 1]  [Verse 1]
  I've always been down with hydros  I've always been down with hydros
  And cholos, the low-lows  And cholos, the low-lows
  The six-threes, the six-fours  The six-threes, the six-fours
  The rucas with no clothes  The rucas with no clothes
  Used to drop the two-door  Used to drop the two-door
  Gang-bang in a four door  Gang-bang in a four door
  Puttin' bullet holes  Puttin' bullet holes
  In the doors of a Ford Explorer  In the doors of a Ford Explorer
  Hard-core, and I got more and more  Hard-core, and I got more and more
  Where that came from?  Where that came from?
  Welcome to my kingdom  Welcome to my kingdom
  The streets are my freedom  The streets are my freedom
  I need em', I feed em', I feedback  I need em', I feed em', I feedback
  They need that, like I  They need that, like I
  need my weed sack  need my weed sack
  Take a toque, wacha  Take a toque, wacha
  Where were we at?  Where were we at?
  Oh, California the golden state  Oh, California the golden state
  Controllin' states, pushin' weight  Controllin' states, pushin' weight
  Where vatos like me hallucinate  Where vatos like me hallucinate
  bouble up while you fumble up  bouble up while you fumble up
  Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk  Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
  If there's no room  If there's no room
  Then we'll stick em' by  Then we'll stick em' by
  the fuckin' pump  the fuckin' pump
      
  [Chorus]  [Chorus]
      
  [Verse 2]  [Verse 2]
  Slippin' and dippin',  Slippin' and dippin',
  grippin' the wheel  grippin' the wheel
  Lockin' it up  Lockin' it up
  Dump the back corner  Dump the back corner
  Pop the front one up  Pop the front one up
  Put the convertable top down  Put the convertable top down
  It's too good to stop now  It's too good to stop now
  This California livin'  This California livin'
  Smoke up on the ceilin'  Smoke up on the ceilin'
  Party at the roof, off the hook  Party at the roof, off the hook
  Got every drug up in the book  Got every drug up in the book
  You don't believe me  You don't believe me
  See for yourself and take a closer look  See for yourself and take a closer look
  Low rider car shows  Low rider car shows
  Hoppin' till the truck blows  Hoppin' till the truck blows
  Catch me at the bar  Catch me at the bar
  Havin' a beer with my uncles  Havin' a beer with my uncles
  Pacifico with no lime  Pacifico with no lime
  That's what I drink at all times  That's what I drink at all times
  Creased up Davis'  Creased up Davis'
  I'm always out like  I'm always out like
  where the pavement is  where the pavement is
  I come from the underground  I come from the underground
  The underground like  The underground like
  where the basement is  where the basement is
  It's California, people have a  It's California, people have a
  hard time facin' it  hard time facin' it
      
  [Chorus]  [Chorus]
      
  [Verse 3]  [Verse 3]
  Lowrider bicycles, tricycles  Lowrider bicycles, tricycles
  Cold as icycles  Cold as icycles
  Smokin' chronic shit  Smokin' chronic shit
  So high, you would think  So high, you would think
  my eyes are closed  my eyes are closed
  I got my eyes on those  I got my eyes on those
  Who be thinkin' that my eyes are closed  Who be thinkin' that my eyes are closed
  But there not ese  But there not ese
  Trucha when you get too close  Trucha when you get too close
  You'll know, that I know  You'll know, that I know
  What you think? I don't know  What you think? I don't know
  I might explode, unload  I might explode, unload
  Reload, and unload  Reload, and unload
  You broke the code, you got's to go  You broke the code, you got's to go
  Ain't no future in your frontin'  Ain't no future in your frontin'
  Crazy California homeboy  Crazy California homeboy
  Where the cuete's bustin'  Where the cuete's bustin'
  California stylin', California ridin'  California stylin', California ridin'
2  Whittier Boulevard to BRISTOL   Whittier Boulevard to bristol 2
  Then back to Highland  Then back to Highland
  I gots to do it like the locos do  I gots to do it like the locos do
  Don't race your ride  Don't race your ride
  Hop your ride like you're  Hop your ride like you're
  supposed to do, through  supposed to do, through
      
  [Chorus]  [Chorus]
      


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