Cali' Trippin' and I my mind is slippin' away Cali' Trippin' and I'm wishin' I was in LA
Once apon a time, I a lil' rhyme a pretty girl, she was in her prime I'm a skinny boy, in my jeans And was poppin out my corduroys She was a dime, I ain't have a But I had jokes, so i her giggle And her folks were influential So when I smoked adam made her feel like a bad girl But she's a good girl, in a bad So I bad for correcting her Not really, but her dad kill me So I told her we had to slow it
She said; I Rock (I wanna Rock) And roll a joint, and get (And get high) talk, just vibe Let's get in the ride, and drive
If you got good to say Then say shit And it's easier to forget We cali' trippin', you love it And nothing wrong with making out in public
Taking pictures of girls on a trip around the And it, just reminds me of I miss back home Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is away Cali' trippin' and I'm I was back in LA
She was so fine, but she was out of full speed, crash on the autobon She get what she wants, she get it her mom And her dad us love with the credit card Where do I fit in? I'm the black With a coke and jack, lookin' for the right The reason that I'm loving you, is the way you do you
I wanna Rock (I Rock) And roll a joint, and get (And get high) talk, just vibe Let's get in the ride, and just
If you got nothing to say Then don't say And always easier to forget We cali' trippin', you love it And ain't wrong with making out in public
Taking pictures of girls on a around the world And it, just reminds me of everything I miss home Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is away Cali' trippin' and I'm I was back in LA
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I wanna Rock (I Rock) And a joint, and get high (And get high) talk, just vibe Let's get in the ride, and just
If you got nothing to say Then say shit And it's always to forget We trippin', you gotta love it And ain't nothing wrong with out in public
pictures of girls on a trip around the world And it, reminds me of everything I miss back home Cali' and I think my mind is slippin away trippin' and I'm wishin' I was back in LA
(Ain't nothin wit making out in public) (Wishin' I was in LA) (Ain't nothin wrong wit out in public) (Wishin' I was in LA) (Ain't wrong wit makin out in public)
I like the way the sits, between her bra and tits Takin' bong with her and I'm on assist I must admit she got me on that sprung I deny she got me on that young shit It's all good she got my back a JanSport backpack culdesec It's cause we both used to ditch class The kiss in the of the cabbage patch Rat-a-tat-tat on the pane Outside in but I won't complain Too highs turn down the game And don't be surprised when I say name Jane Cali-forn-i-a