Mac where you at? (Aah) I wish they all be California I wish they all could be I they all could be California hoes
California (Tim dog) bad hoes Bitch you digging in the dirt bitch Ain't no in here Fucking with the niggas Knoc-Turn'al, Capone, Short Dog
I knew a tight white bitch named She lived right around the corner from See I was bored, I fucked both of whores before So I called my other bitch
She cracking So I up Hesperia and Monrovia and Valencia I got some pussy from and her sister Corona It ain't nothing like them hoes in southern
I knew a named Irvine She had a cousin the name Santa Ana It was for Anaheim I got high in Riverside Receda and Rosarito And Santa and [unverified]
I'm to meet you I've all around the world And with over a girls And homeboy I don't know you have been told But Eskimo pussy is mighty (Brrr)
hoes, these hoes, these hoes Got cash noses All around the back to California Everywhere I go all up on us These hoes, hoes, these hoes Got cash noses
You might be But lately I doing the platinum pose Knoc-Turn'al's on 128 What? I'll be over
choreograph me in photos I put out with three dime slamming four doors And if I can use cities in relation to I fucked San Fernando's daughter, Santa Barbera
And her best Alameda and Sierra And Ramona's little Covina And I know what you thought Whether you turned the cat in the night
Still the only weapon you got Knoc-Turn'al ain't the one to fall to your plots I save a hoe from the block Her great corpses will rot a hoe
I'd rather have and a multiple round spitting glock Four mansions with cars investing my chips in stock Even if I can't spell dow jones I still out fat knocks It don't
These hoes, these hoes, these Got cash noses All around the globe back to I go they all up on us These hoes, hoes, these hoes Got cash sniffin'
They say is a man's world Can't understand it All you ever wanted was a man Chante Moore You us ballers never have one woman
And when you need us we never running That's why now you think about your ex You want to page him to have sex with him But instead you better call your of kin
And complain these ballers let you in She don't you she loves money and sex Bitches shoot you in the head for a I know the bitch is a dick
I fucked her one night she was sixteen I it seems like a long time ago But I fucked her again when she was twenty Bitch, I'm an old school vet, they call me Too
your woman in the eyes What she do it Biyatch You know hoes man They'd do anything if think it's for the money, that's why
These hoes, these hoes, these Got cash noses All around the globe back to Everywhere I go all up on us hoes, these hoes, these hoes Got sniffin' noses
hoes, these hoes, these hoes Got cash noses All around the globe back to Everywhere I go all up on us These hoes, these hoes, these Got sniffin' noses