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[ti:The Breeze] |
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Verse 1 |
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Look homie I got that Cali state of mind, man, I never been a chump |
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I always had skill, y'all just got beginner's luck |
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My nigga's up in the valley, know how we do it, we rowdy |
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I walk up in the place and these niggas know I'm from Cali |
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You can tell by the way I talk and how my chucks laced up |
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Niggas lookin mad like the they tryina shoot the place up |
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But y'all gots to chill with that drama, for real, cause I ain't tryin to see somebody get killed |
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But like Devon said, there's always that one in the crowd talkin loud, and jealousy and envy got em runnin they mouth |
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Got one too many drinks in they system, they over did it |
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So if you sip on a nigga make sure that you know your limit |
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And we could cruise down the Five on them August nights, warm summer breeze, drivin through them city lights |
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Gotta watch my back cause I hear some niggas after me |
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Yo, but ain't no other place I'd rather be, I'm rollin with my |
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Windows down, breeze across my face |
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Nothing too fancy, man, it's not really my taste |
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But I'm always on the grind, twenty-four seven, man, and I ain't got the time for no bullshit, please don't bring it this way |
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Never had a problem with a nigga tryin to get paid |
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Cause we all gotta eat, but if you with the drama, get the fuck up off of me now |
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I said I'm on the plane to LAX comin from Reno, auntie told me to stay away from prostitutes and casinos |
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Once you fall into an addiction, it's hard to quit |
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And when you quit you lose everything that you started with |
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I spark then spit the truth and pass the joint, I get straight to the point |
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Yo, I'd die for this shit cause I ain't got no other choice |
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I'm asleep in the foray, I'm catchin narcolepsy |
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Hopped up on the train just to see how far it gets me |
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Job won't let me come through the front door so I break through the back |
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Ain't nobody real as us and I'm just statin a fact |
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Lacin these tracks up, like a pair of new shoes |
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Sippin on a Blue Moon, you know my steez, rest in peace Guru |
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Shine like the sun before it sets in the west |
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Left side but I'm reppin, check the ink in my flesh |
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But the gangs that rock Taylors never heard of Khalifa |
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But they rep the California, steady burnin up refer like |
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Windows down, breeze across my face |
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Nothing too fancy, man, it's not really my taste |
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But I'm always on the grind, twenty-four seven, man, and I ain't got the time for no bullshit, please don't bring it this way |
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Never had a problem with a nigga tryin to get paid |
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Cause we all gotta eat, but if you with the drama, get the fuck up off of me now |
