Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepless In California 2, artist - Trizz. Date of issue: 31.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sleepless In California 2 |
| The golden child, handle shit animal style |
| In and out, drive thru, with a blunt in my mouth |
| I’m straight chiefing, no sleeping, just some young niggas eating |
| Where the sun steady beaming, CA be the reason |
| Nigga I’m never sleeping, you barely tell if I’m blinking |
| Pull up on him while he’s sleeping |
| Wake him up and fucking beat him |
| California home invasion, bitch it’s killing season |
| This is the southern region where marijuana be stinking |
| Yo, don’t lose your teeth |
| Maneuver through the streets with a bitch from Laguna beach |
| Who that wouldn’t approve of me |
| Who could it be, that nigga Roc$tedy laced with axes and machetes |
| Slice the guts up out your belly |
| My nigga I hope they ready cause shit’s about to get deadly |
| Southern Cali, tommys, |
| Dare you to try to catch me, I’m bringing it raw like Eddie |
| Trip over shit that’s petty cause niggas is tryna X me |
| Like a bitch when she ain’t sexing |
| Are you up nigga? |
| You know I’m wide awake |
| Are you up nigga? |
| You know I’m wide awake |
| Palm trees, big dreams, and a lot of cake |
| A lot of money to be made nigga andale |
| Are you up nigga? |
| You know I’m wide awake |
| Are you up nigga? |
| You know I’m wide awake |
| I got to live for the moment, I could die today |
| I got to get it how I live, Imma find a way |
| With so much drama in the LBC it’s kinda hard being all OC |
| From to the bay, back to the IE |
| Keep a team full of kings like I play hockey |
| It’s the new shock g |
| Neck full of stones, house shoes on as I mob through these streets |
| Nigga home sweet home |
| Where it feel like summer all year long |
| And they say it never rains, well it’s bout to be a storm |
| Me and Trizz all that, like Keenan and Kel brought back |
| Or a soda with some vodka on that |
| It’s the top cat, tell these pussies fall back |
| And that’s beyond rap, stormy in your contacts |
| As the killer from killer Cali with killer up in baggie |
| I’m feeling like Michael Jackson, I’m bad as fuck |
| Sitting in the 45 traffic, mad as fuck |
| So next time you in the city girl, ask for us |
| We here |
| Man let me tell em how we do this |
| Express it through this music |
| Spare a nigga 16 bars on how we do shit |
| Hat to the black, shirt black, and my adidas |
| Riding with this nigga Roc$tedy, have you seen him? |
| He probably on the eastside of the beach, blowing reefer |
| Scraping a two seater, getting head from Kathina |
| On his way to Compton, he hit me |
| Told me to meet him on the east side of the hub |
| Where the fans killed Keisha |
| Walking around here, you better carry a heater |
| These niggas ain’t fucking playing, they working hard as the reaper |
| Take your bitch and they keep her, she fucking long as they feed her |
| They kill her if they don’t need her or get a bitch to go beat her |
| Shout out my nigga Frog, rest in peace to |
| I saw my nigga pushing a beamer and I got eager to go out |
| And get it cracking with this rapping, no slacking |
| Any song that I’m rapping will likely go out a classic |