Rep for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah My president is black, my Lambo's blue
running straight up in the culo my wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill super head and super head, and I really will Californication, Motivation in my pocket got on my blue
? Could you be a movie star? When l turn on my TV will you smile and wave at me? Telling Oprah who you are So you want to be a rock star With blue eyed
moon I got no cobweb on my shoe Standing on the moon I'm feeling so alone and blue I see the Gulf of Mexico As tiny as a tear The coast of California
, when Bobby sang the blues Feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California
, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGhee From the Kentucky coal mine to the California
? Thanks for asking, thanks for asking But I'm okay, how are you? I hope you're okay too Every one of those days When the sky's California blue With
dishrag laying in the street Uptight beyond belief Cut a hole in the floor to see How close to hell we're standing Got the travelling vitamin c blues
I'm one, shot, killed, and these bullets all go And you takin' finger print's, and mugshots photo's I use to beat bitch nigga's till they face turned blue
Main close your mouth mane I ain't ask tah see your tonsil's or your tongue Lookin' sprung like The Prince was for Rapunzel I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues
it's now or never, put it over time Well, I'm sittin' on the goal line, starin' at the game clock Facing a hundred years, me and Jordan got the same shot Carolina blue, California
blue water, thats really raw Blood making the game redder, thats really raw N-gga we hot like Mayweather, it's killin' y'all P stand for Pacqiauo n-gga [Game] California
make a lovely list Of your charms So I'll never feel alone in your arms I must be in California I must be in California I must be in California
ago Down that yellow brick road Took a train to the river where I drove right in That skinny dipping girl made the blue bird sing Fell in love in California
, when Bobby sang the blues Buddy, that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
, Tina, the sperm cleana I took her to my house and told her strip Baby got freaky-started doing the splits I said, "BitchDo what you want Cause this true blue
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn
I know you don't believe it, if you do you're wrong How can I die and rock it all night long? I'm Too Short baby, spit that rap I put Oakland, California