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This is for the real g's, fuck you wanna bee's Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die Bitch, till the day I die Till the day, posted with my dodger blue Enemies could die slow, it's always been my attitude Ready to cut your bitch out, on a hot day Some of them living local, and some of them living out of states You can hate, on the king, while I celebrate South side flowing through my blood, rolling through my veins My team strong, the weed strong, chilly walked in With some hoes I'm tryina creep on I do it for my people with that brown pride Taking back to base when it was bumping out your outline Bodies on the floor, murder outline Boys incarcerated, eating food when it's chal time But it's out 8 on mine I told you soldiers don't die, california holding my pride My homie thinking them 40's, while police posted outside This is for drumma boy, for instruments sublime This is for the real g's, fuck you wanna bee's Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die Bitch, till the day I die SongtexteLa tell me where you at, till the day I die Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die 818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die 805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die Hurra, about to make this place turn up Hit the light switch in this bitch with the burn up Another day, another dollar, another beat that's bloody murder Tony deuces coming through, watch all these bitches pull they skirt up Word up, I'm only cuttin if it's major Megan Fox status, or unless this bitch has paper Only way I'm going up is with the cross fader So tell me if I'm living wrong, when I die them play the song And say tone held it down for the street block The courier, ass out, gate down and d lock Me and lil g be the kings of this g hop Been know to get paws, and all foes they hear the east pop Yeah I smoke good and eat honey When I'm loeather suits on... You can see it in my eyes I'ma put it down for a late bitch till the day I die This is for the real g's, fuck you wanna bee's Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die Bitch, till the day I die La tell me where you at, till the day I die Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die 818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die 805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die Till the day I die, I'm chillin where the birds at Make a few ends and I smoke, where the herbs at Man I gets high, hitters everyday Spend a little money on my watch, no chain Homies that I'm with all rep the same gang And they all yellin out, money ain't a thang Smokin on loud, you hand me the loud pack I ain't gotta tell where it is, but I got that Out in la, back in the p Wherever I be, yeah that's where they be All up on the block, ask em where the bud at All the homie still on parole and they love that Bitches stay fly, I ain't gotta say that Fucking with my money or my team I don't play that It's on everyday, and it's on mine Ask me what I do it for, this I reply, hear. Aus Songtexte Mania