Os Toss it to my youngest call me when you get it gone Fuck a rap nigga we about to get it on I'm speaking fo california from the top down Holla at Ya
, Holding twelve-ounce bottles. They're invited,and I'm excited Just like I won the lotto. Come and dance to my single, After that we gone mingle. Sweep
types black wall bandana black car black phantom say she use to fuck wit DRE I call her STATlanta COMPTON Hollywood, intrigued by the fast life good girl gone bad, amber rose
has come and gone Everything fades away and moves on But I'll still be here In a food pantry in Springfield, Massachusetts In the Mellow House Garage in Albany, California
tight And almost empty bottle of rose sits on the table Like the echo of a sweet and gentle song I never stop and wonder why I came to California But
were trying to make Chicago Before the winter come blowing through Some trucker sprang a leak In California they supposed Started working Arizona Lord she missed the bloody rose
down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California
?re gonna fly Yeah Yeah Wake up tomorrow, you'll see the rain is gone But not for me Hun, its been raining all month long And California?s sun will never
Shakur, hte greatest rapper in history [Hammer:] Im glad we had a chance, to say goodbye I shed so many tears and you changed my life California Love
They were trying to make Chicago Before the winter come blowing through Some trucker sprang a leak In California they supposed Started working Arizona Lord she missed the bloody rose
You?re gonna fly Yeah Yeah Wake up tomorrow, you'll see the rain is gone But not for me Hun, its been raining all month long And California?s sun will
ain't never gone make it through So I played the game, in the rain, felt the pain, moving things Been locked in chains But when I finally rose up I still
Toss it to my youngest call me when you get it gone Fuck a rap nigga we about to get it on I'm speaking fo california from the top down Holla at Ya Boy