| Taking knees in the California breeze
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| Where the marijuana leaves are grown
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| If you can see what the game done for me
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| Then you should leave the work at home
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| Taking knees in the California breeze
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| Where the prima donna trees are born
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| If you’re a star, everyone knows who you are
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| And you can do the work from home
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| I’m in the LA traffic, gettin' my Marley on
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| Hardly on point when I’m hittin' the joint
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| Battle cruiser show who’s the new kid
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| Here with a stupid grin on his face, Melrose Place
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| Money hangin' out the Ecko pockets
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| Young and reckless vest, catch the Cali sweat
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| I’m a vet with the vibe on the Internet
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| Got em all buzzin', cousin like a hit of the Robitussin
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| Slight sag with a drag in my bag
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| And I transport my warez from here to there
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| Back to the lair, where the poolside tools lie
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| Next to the money and the mansion mami
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| Edamame with the sushi and a blunt rolled loosely
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| Speakers bumpin' like a goose G
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| Got the Bruce Lee, one-inch punch on the menu
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| Backstage at the venue
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| Taking knees in the California breeze
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| Where the marijuana leaves are grown
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| If you can see what the game done for me
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| Then you should leave the work at home
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| Taking knees in the California breeze
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| Where the prima donna trees are born
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| If you’re a star, everyone knows who you are
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| And you can do the work from home
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| I can’t front on my service it’s a necessary
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| Evil, even though the laws agree that I’m an outlaw
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| And I got it all, at my fingertips lie
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| A seemingly unlimited supply
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| If I leave about a week to dry
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| I’d have the product on the ready
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| And label it sativa heavy
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| Tell them that I’m on a mission
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| I’m a man of the people
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| And I keep all of my opportunities equal
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| I got a spot in the Hills where my homies chill
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| And a spot on the beach worthy of Robin Leach
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| Got a spot in the Peaks to be closer to space
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| And a couple of hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place
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| I’m an ace in the hole, rabbit in the hat
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| With the magical gift of gab in the game of rap
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| Yes, I’m gifted, in the art of gettin' lifted
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| Taylor Swifted, shifted, the breeze this way
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| Taking knees in the California breeze
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| Where the marijuana leaves are grown
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| If you can see what the game done for me
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| Then you should leave the work at home
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| Taking knees in the California breeze
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| Where the prima donna trees are born
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| If you’re a star, everyone knows who you are
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| And you can do the work from home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song California Breeze , by - YTCracker. Song from the album Strictly for My Streamers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп