something better for us all Meet me in California I'll be there waiting for you 'Cause you know in California there's something better for us all Meet me in California
that line Now I could never ask you to Forgive me for the things I do But if you ever need me You know where I'll be Meet me in California I'll be there
most hated And most loved at the same time 'cuz Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me 'Cause your chin
most hated and most loved at the same time 'cause Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me Cause your chin
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes Couldn't be saved by John the Pope The M, A, C and K, from Oakland, California I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I
here at Gutfest this year Uh, you can hear behind me now, that's uh, I think they're called Blue Death Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down
smoke the greenery, never that white shit Who said my nigga binky mack ain't got tracks? (who? ) Who said compton's most wanted don't pack straps? (who? ) Me
Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo Tounge kissin' on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga Touch me
movin in and outta town with a package got me nooed cuz i rather take a chance before i ever be employed by a cracka who don't view me as a man but as
Phyllis: I, it wasn't me laying in the corner! That was, that wasn't me! FZ: Ha ha . . . Who was it? Phyllis: That was Sheba! It wasn't me! FZ: Who
t wanna fuck with You don't wanna fuck with Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck with billy, no And don't fuck with ethel You saw what just
can't tell you why I can't tell you why No,no, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why I can't tell you why New York Minute Harry
Get Low, play by The block boys stay high, California stock with K-5 It's the rules that the Get Low play by Them block boys stay high, the California
them Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets
on them Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets