california

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, southern california, home of low-ridin', gang-bangin' and shit, california, i was raised in the streets of california, (southern california, home of car-hoppin' and, bomb-droppin', west coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin'), i was raised in the streets of california, (i was raised in californ-i-a, where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say), i've always been down with hydros, and cholos, the low-lows, the six-threes, the six-fours, the rucas with no clothes, used to drop the two-door, gang-bang in a four door, puttin' bullet holes, in the doors of a ford explorer, hard-core, and i got more and more, where that came from?, welcome to my kingdom, the streets are my freedom, i need em', i feed em', i feedback, they need that, like i need my weed sack, take a toque, wacha, where were we at?, oh, california the golden state, controllin' states, pushin' weight, where vatos like me hallucinate, double up while you fumble up, fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk, if there's no room, then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump, slippin' and dippin', grippin' the wheel, lockin' it up, dump the back corner, pop the front one up, put the convertable top down, it's too good to stop now, this california livin', smoke up on the ceilin', party at the roof, off the hook, got every drug up in the book, you don't believe me, see for yourself and take a closer look, low rider car shows, hoppin' till the truck blows, catch me at the bar, havin' a drink with my uncles, pacifico with no lime, that's what i drink at all times, creased up davis', i'm always out like where the pavement is, i come from the underground, the underground like where the basement is, it's california, people have a hard time facin' it, lowrider bicycles, tricycles, cold as icycles, smokin' chronic shit, so high, you would think my eyes are closed, i got my eyes on those, who be thinkin' that my eyes are closed, but there not ese, trucha when you get too close, you'll know, that i know, what you think? i don't know, i might explode, unload, reload, and unload, you broke the code, you got's to go, ain't no future in your frontin', crazy california homeboy, where the cuete's bustin', california stylin', california ridin', whittier boulevard to 'frisco, then back to highland, i gots to do it like the locos do, don't race your ride, hop your ride like you're supposed to do, through,