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family bvsiness - welcome to california lyrics

[intro: kxng crooked]
ladies and gentlemen welcome to los angeles international airport. local time is 3:45. temperature is a warm 87 degrees. for your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the captain turns off the fastened seat belt sign. welcome to california

[verse 1: julius]
ugh no socks, vans and cargos
getting faded at the bar after the bar close
bartender pour another round hun
load me up a hundred rounds i’m a hundred round drum
sh0r-line drive city by the sea
or hit sunset strip baby it’s alright with me
come chill with the crew you know it’s f biz for life
speaking of which between the sheets i’m bout that f biz tonight

[verse 2: dice]
no socks, vans and cargo s
it’s finna go down like the roof on the car goes
we get dressed and we ain’t gotta check the weather first
winter time in cali b-tches still get to wear their skirts
let’s play some music a little ice cube never hurts
feel like today is a good to play some predator
you wanna chop it up baby i’m your editor
you gotta come and top me up in the whip while the chevy skrrts

[verse 3: kenny]
ugh no socks, vans and cargos
zip bags with more gas than an arco
and please don’t you be alarmed
but you tripping if you don’t think we don’t be all armed (yea)
no sleep gang yup it’s us
who else grinds to the a.m. b-tches
this is because we’re a-m-bitious
parleying with thugs amazing it’s us

[hook]
wanna come tell you like i tell my girl well come
hit me when you finally arrive welcome
i’m from where the whips go side to side
wanna roll grab this oz let’s ride (yup)
wanna come tell you like i tell my girl well come
hit me when you finally arrive welcome
i’m from where the whips go side to side
wanna roll grab this oz let’s ride (yup)

[verse 4: debo]
no socks, vans and cargos
doc dre and 2pac fans at our shows (why’s that?)
cause it’s california love n-gga
thug n-gga got it tatted on me only us n-gga
f-ck n-ggas f-ck f-ck n-ggas
i’m in love with the holy mattress money holy matrimony what n-gga
we some g’s like most of our ancestors
from ocean to manchester they throw up them hand gestures

[verse 5: kxng crooked]
gang no socks, vans and cargos
watching narcos as my cuban cigar blows
from the land of the big tookies and pablos
the freeway ricki’s the vatos them chapos
i’m foreign whipping my sauce dripping in pot holes
you know i’m woke i’m politicking with thot hoes
i’m ordering chicken and waffles
i got the .38 special, i got my .38 special both for them roscoes
i can do this with my eyes closed
keep the pistol near listen here is it crystal clear?
no magician here this is real bodies disappear
never live in fear (baby!)
that’s my pac flow
no socks, vans and cargos

- family bvsiness lyrics

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