We
work in this cali, moving through the valley
The homies got hungry,
hit the drive-thru rallies
The sun beats down on a one street town
I know a chick live about one street down
We on the porch,
sat in dirty chairs Birdies chirp,
smoke's in the air
Them hills burn up every year Flashbacks of driving by the Getty
With ash raining down like confetti The
freeway unfolding like a scene out of Ronin
And I'm just zoning,
hours fly by The moment that I get where I'm going,
I'm
over it The journey, not the destination, that's
my high If you want a nice drive, skip the 5
Take the 101 to the PCH and just slide The road's hard to follow,
but that's life
You don't mind getting lost, right?
They sharecroppers for the marijuanas Kinky haired rostas,
selling * to scared doctors
But coppers don't care,
they just want they share offers
We coming back in August, them cali salters
Colton,
look north
Back east,
down south
When you can't go back home
When you make a mess and you can't make amends,
that's a no
When everything reminds you of some pain And
you wish every day could be mundane as a Monday
When you wake up one morning and you don't feel so cool
And you wish you could go somewhere that nobody knows you
Throw your faults in a vault,
double locked vault Kiss your necklace and hit
the endless stretches Of Cali for a new residence,
not too far south The Mexicans got it bad as Baghdad,
just to sell you a bag of that
Flowing through the borders,
they poorest War is where the war is,
the poorest Ain't too many tourists,
we in the boonies where they test missiles
Nights we just lay back and listen to the phone
lines sizzle Safe out the way where the world
will let me be Where it's just me and my memories
Cali