| California
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| California
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| Gang affiliation, it’s a gang retaliation
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| Case out the joint, then spray the location
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| Cuz what they don’t know, that I refuse to disengage
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| Conejo meditating, elaborate the phase
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| Housing eviction, as long as my addiction
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| Gots to slow down, I’m having homicidal visions
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| Me and Gato got the clave
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| Choose your poison, then meet me in the calle
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| Sniper attacks, then comes the instinct
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| When crooked juras roam my district
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| I detonate the verse like a deadly curse
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| Go down in the books, with LA’s most (wanted)
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| California my way, ese my way
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| Watch your back, in California
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| California my way, ese my way
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| En las calles, California
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| That’s right
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| That’s the way it’s going down
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| Homey can’t you tell how many times I been to jail
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| More than enough, from the tower you get snuffed
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| And while I’m out, they don’t make it
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| Their minds couldn’t take it
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| Vatos breaking down like it was premeditated
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| Strolling down the calle, enemigas jam me up
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| Seen the taca on my neck, then they start to disrespect (where you from ese)
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| It’s like David and Goliath, I set off a riot
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| Ese want to test me, loco don’t even try it (don't even try it)
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| Dialated eyes, I become a lethal weapon
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| Involving doors, behind bars fighting wars
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| Unexplained, in my digital domain
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| Conejo don’t forget, I’m no joke slash no game
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| Yo controlo
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| Adjust it out homey
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| No condolence ese
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| See the county bus on the way to the condado
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| Crossed my mind, in the celda doing time
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| I shoot this kite, and send it down your way
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| Gangster dedication, subliminal display
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| Behind the wall, parolee at the gate
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| Gotta watch my back, no room for mistakes
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| Cuz when the dust settles nearly everyone is gone
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| Reach for your stash, everything went wrong
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| My way |