Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Golden State of Mind, artist - Fashawn.
Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Golden State of Mind |
I still hit the swap meet to get some socks cheap |
Kids playing hopscotch where they cock heat |
Do a figure eight, let the tire screech |
In the 559 tryna find a beach |
Young efé, young jefé |
Half black, half esé |
To the norteno’s, to the trece’s |
Blue rag, red rag, all sets, hey |
Can’t be no punk |
In the back yard boogie with the double dutch jump |
To a old time freak playing humpty hump |
In Pomona, Suga Free, LBC, G-Funk |
In the F grizzly’s where they throw them G’s up |
Hair all permed looking like Jesus |
Not yet what I’m destined to become |
Know exactly where to go if I’m ever on the run |
Golden state of mind |
The only state that I can call mine |
CA keep makin' it |
And they keep takin' this |
Golden state of mind |
(Gold state of mind) |
Everybody love the sunshine |
But it ain’t all palm trees and women |
Indeed we livin' in the |
Golden state of mind |
We meet up at the cemetery just to stay in touch |
Visiting loved ones cause we miss 'em so much |
And how you love that, the progress is obvious |
That’s why girls see the Huarache’s and wanna body us |
Never heard Uptown Anthem, but she the naughtiest |
It’s like God gave us our own land to grow |
Marijuana plants and sweet potatoes you know |
Some corn for tortillas and blank campus Adidas |
And a little bit of time to enjoy what’s left |
A train on Crenshaw huh, what’s next? |
Been weighing in the plants though |
So I’mma spend 750 on a house in View Park, fuck a Lambo |
This guns and there’s butter get yo' ammo |
Bandanna’s like Rambo |
Cause Cali’s gon' stand strong |
From Bobby Seale and Eldridge Cleaver |
To Dom Kennedy and Fashawn |
Golden state of mind |
The only state that I can call mine |
CA keep makin' it |
And they keep takin' this |
Golden state of mind |
(Gold state of mind) |
Everybody love the sunshine |
But it ain’t all palm trees and women |
Indeed we livin' in the |
Golden state of mind |
Yeah, no place like home |
A OG say these California streets ain’t paved for gold |
Dayton’s and Vouges only way you can roll |
Say a prayer young nigga, try and save your soul |
Soldiers die everyday, swear nobody is safe |
When killers migrate just to live and die in L. A |
(Big city of dreams) |
L.A, learn how to hold your weight living in the golden state |
Get 25 or the L for unloading the 8 |
Come and pay us a visit, Coast of the Pacific |
Just to be specific, loads of pretty bitches |
In addition to the CHP |
Roll a eighth, hit the bay, bump some E-A-Ski |
And send a R.I.P to Mac D-R-E |
Real recognize real, we don’t need I. D |
And if it wasn’t for the west you wouldn’t need a vest |
For your Jimmy in the city of sex, once again it’s the F |
Golden state of mind |
The only state that I can call mine |
CA keep makin' it |
And they keep takin' this |
Golden state of mind |
(Gold state of mind) |
Everybody love the sunshine |
But it ain’t all palm trees and women |
Indeed we livin' in the |
Golden state of mind |