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i'm in the red 64 and i'm heading back to callie blow a purple in the sky with some bitches from the valley even know it from a , should a nigger , i'm rocking , with the , i got , i don't , roam in the jungle call them tramp avenue boy if i am in a tussle you can kiss me out on sunset, what's a sunset just , the 50 gray goosing i ain't done yet got a room at the grafton, lights camera action a couple thug passion, i'm out leave the mansion i got the mac dray or some machiavelli blastin' swervin' on the 10, getting head in the traffic i'm california dreaming got all these bitches feeling if you're breaking neighborhood and throw it up , here i feel home and i'm chilling at my place i know the city at my own, like i'm back in the , touch down ,from across town we california dreaming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah i'm california dreaming, yeah, oh i'm california dreaming, stand sipping on some , call the , at the lakers game sitting next to jay in the south of long beach, holler at the homie , in the church where uncle , he got some bitches shaking ass shit i love these callie women cause they all a bunch of freaks trying to hear my record playing every hour on the beat then it's all a cartoon , grab a box of , and some liquor from the , get's me out , piping in the parking lot my homies claiming neighborhood, nodes what i'm talk about then it's back to the weed spot, picking up some fruity taking shots at mister chaz while a nigger eating sushi gets my west side vibe, then my west coast grind i'm an east coast sleep, i'm a west coast time so be careful with your flags niggers , tried to warn you , book the flight, i'm headed back to california here i feel home and i'm chilling at my place i know the city at my own, like i'm back in the , touch down ,from across town we california dreaming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah i'm california dreaming, yeah, oh another day, another dollar, tell that nigger loot the , 20 on the , in the sky blowing dollars then , trying to send me there think twice cause everything i ride then they send me there going of that , yeah bandana tied around my head like pac when he was spitting on that cameraman going off that purple haze, grand daddy in the base , keep it empty , catch me at the fox hills, ,trying to match that box you came cause it's a hot wheel and i'm whipping from the 60's to the jungle from compton to the , stock wheels , strippers , mama you hotter .. here i feel home and i'm chilling at my place i know the city at my own, like i'm back in the , touch down ,from across town we california dreaming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah i'm california dreaming, yeah, oh. |