| My top down on my jeep
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| Rollin' the cali streets
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| My music turnt up
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| My crew mobbin' like
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| Singing
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| La La La La
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| La La La La
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| Cali Love
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| My top down in my hood
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| Them boys lookin whats good
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| My crew stay turnt up
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| My girls mobbin like what
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| Singing La La La La
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| La La La La
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| Cali Love
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| My crew mobbin', I’m hot
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| Ray Bans &my flip flops
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| Gold all in my wrist watch pool
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| Parties on roof tops
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| They got trees and you know this
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| Sit back cause they rollin' that
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| That California sun
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| Bring that west coast love
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| Won’t you come and get some
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| Of that California dreamin'
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| We still mobbin, I’m hot
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| Zuma Beach and my Sun Block
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| Heading to my night spot
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| City lights in my back drop
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| We cruisin down my block
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| Boopin' Heads to that 2Pac
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| Like la la la la la la la la
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| Palm trees, sex on the beach
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| Corvette, leather seats
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| My queen awaits and I’m wide awake cause I’m the king
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| It’s like a chess game and I’m playing for keeps
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| Pop that top for me, then I’m gonna make that pussy leak
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| She called me baby boy, no Tyreese, I beat it up like Ali Rodney King me
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| You everywhere you ain’t supposed to be So get close to me
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| And it rose on me, grow on me
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| We can take off for weeks
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| I’m top down and riding on the sunset
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| And turn the music down cause I’m turned up
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| Bet she ain’t gonna walk the same man
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| Bet she ain’t gonna talk the same way
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| When she gets a taste of LA |