| They told me to get it so let me get it all
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| Done a whole lot but I ain’t did it all
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| One head nod and your wig is off
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| Dig it dawg? |
| You are a rat, you get the pigs involved (Dig it)
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| That thug shit’s behind me, find me
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| In a convertible, color like a Dasani
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| You got a flute and you know I got a salami (You know)
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| I’m holdin' up and little homies holdin' a Tommy
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| I dare you to line me, ever try to define me (Yeah)
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| I am real classy mixed wit' real brainy (Facts)
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| Apple Watch or Rolex, bet you, you couldn’t time me
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| You thinkin' figures if you thinkin' you wanna .9 me (Wanna .9 me)
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| I’m the one wit' the California lungs
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| Along with the esse’s, I got the California guns
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| Call up O, ran up the California funds (Ah)
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| Light up a few zips wit' California dank
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| I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
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| Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
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| California, I think you know me
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| I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey
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| I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
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| Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
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| California, I think you know me
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| I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey
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| California fried, California weed
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| Gettin' California high in a California ride (Ayy)
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| But I keep it New York though (New York)
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| No coffee, durags and Newports though (Hahaha)
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| Two door low, four door low, the Jeep too
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| So they don’t really see me whenever I creep through (They don’t see me)
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| No radio play, see that shit that seeps through (See that shit)
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| Same shit’ll make 'em laugh will make 'em weep too (Make 'em weep)
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| Jet blue, made for a spin, money print
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| Everyday so I’m on the hustle, you get the hint (You get it)
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| You don’t wanna dig in your pockets and feel lint (Nah)
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| You don’t wanna see the hammer and have to sprint (Uh-uh)
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| Yeah, that shit is real whack (Real whack)
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| You should think about your cap and it gettin' peeled back
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| Think about jail and you missin' real stacks (Think about that)
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| This isn’t rap but you know it’s real facts (Ghost)
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| I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
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| Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
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| California, I think you know me
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| I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey
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| I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
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| Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
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| California, I think you know me
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| I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey
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| Thinkin' of North Cow, thinkin' of South Cow (I'm thinkin')
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| Hit JFK, get a tick and I’m out now (I'm out)
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| Never without loud, never without gas
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| Heard it was a drought but it missed me, I’m 'bout that (It missed me)
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| Know all the plugs, any stoner can vouch that (Anybody)
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| Probably got a half a pound right where the couch at (Probably)
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| You ain’t lightin' fire? |
| Then, nigga, then douse that (Douse that)
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| We in Cali, you should know it’s the bounce back (You know)
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| I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
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| Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
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| California, I think you know me
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| I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey
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| I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
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| Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
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| California, I think you know me
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| I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song California , by - Styles P. Song from the album Styles David: Ghost Your Enthusiasm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп