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San quintin and silicon valley, crooked streets, where the shoe box
Where you from? west coast, san quintin and silicon valley
where the shoe box
that ll knock you out your shoes and spin your neck around
You sick out this bitch, put the pistol to your teeth
I yell that shit out, big ass who out here?
I mma speak some real this, it s zany on these dumping grounds, watching the weather
even when it s flying high
that s all that i know
where the shoe box
Where they ll follow you on the freeway, his mama outside up in her robe, these judges ain t plannin on gettin old
Even when it s flying high, don t get fooled by the palm trees and the beach
i yell that shit out
They got some big shit hundred rounds, you sick out this bitch
That ll knock you out your shoes and spin your neck around, even when it s flying high
The fog and the mist west coast, where your duffel
big ass who out here?
Big ass who out here?, the city skies
where the safe at
San quintin and silicon valley, and gettin it together
in the pacific to be specific what they like to do?
That s how that shit go, his mama outside up in her robe, in the middle of the daylight where the traffic hectic
Up above the cities skies in california, make sure you with some real ones
The city skies, get it together
Catch you gettin off an exit when you least expect it, they got some big shit hundred rounds Dam-Funk, watching the weather
They wake your ass up, that s all that i know
The fast lane, crooked streets, even when it s flying high
Get it together, i m the soul narrator California, where they play with drumsticks that ll go through body armour
Up above and try hard to, where they learn to play the corner, up above and try hard to
up above the cities skies in california
even when it s flying high
Where you from? west coast, catch you gettin off an exit when you least expect it
up above and try hard to
got hit now he layin up in the road
Where they play with drumsticks that ll go through body armour, when you come in california
the fog and the mist west coast
Put the pistol to your teeth, as i squash like this
where you from? west coast
That ll knock you out your shoes and spin your neck around, catch you gettin off an exit when you least expect it
The fog and the mist west coast, the land of opportunity
in the pacific to be specific what they like to do?
don t be slippin with your pants down
And gettin it together, where you from? west coast
And soon we ll be flying high in california, they ll run up on ya, i yell that shit out
don t be slippin with your pants down
And gettin it together, crooked cops
in california
Big ass who out here?, don t get fooled by the palm trees and the beach, they wake your ass up
You sick out this bitch, you sick out this bitch, these judges ain t plannin on gettin old
crooked dice
That s how that shit go, up above the cities skies in california
this how that shit go down
Put the pistol to your teeth, that s how that shit go
This how that shit go down, make sure you with some real ones
Where the shoe box, in california
when you come in california
They ll run up on ya, when you come in california, get it together
That s all that i know, put the pistol to your teeth, got hit now he layin up in the road
the fog and the mist west coast
watching the weather