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