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prota - souf california lyrics

south california/
a southern rapper graduated took the tassel off/
moved from alabama n+ggas couldn’t understand my talk/ unappreciated sipping c+cktails bout to pop off like a molotov/
hollow from the steel pipe make you think twice about trying me/
blindside a n+gga if i catch em side eyeing me/
siamese pistols on my side step aside when i’m grabbing for my side like i got a bad kidney commited to h0m+cide/
john quincy back against the wall for this imma die/
been ready like i’m biggie deal with bigger pressure sudafed couldn’t d+mn relieve a n+gga/
i put that weight to his chest and drop his ass in the sea you know how much i hate decieving n+ggas/
hard to d+mn decipher been a sniper with the cypher chip on my shoulder n+gga i could never be a swiper cl!ck it back like a type writer/
i’m at yo spot with a mask like i’m michael myers/
my n+ggas ready for that heat like they fire fighters/
my n+gga scared to ride a plane but he out here serving cane ask that n+gga what he smoking he said frequent flyer/
i’m still sipping on that muddy call it apple cidar/
you know the sh+t that keep my health straight/
man i dun came a long way from white tees put on layaway/
bologna sandwich for my breakfast and my dinner n+gga/
a born winner n+gga

hickman l.a

south california, i moved from cali to the south but california you could never take it out of me
in atlanta doing my thang dawg, alone and paranoid at first cause i was so used to getting banged on
you know l.a. streets dangerous, burn the city when they play with us that’s what the city made of us
so when i see cars creeping, i flash back to ricky running and trey screaming
nwa in our dna, check our aptitude, and you can die for walking down certain avenues
medical buds curve your attitude 7.5 uh shake or quake your earth check the magnitude
ain’t graduate hard knock but up out the streets i had to learn the rules, catching the 81 to school
i remember a tuesday i served a dude got out sunday i gave him his weed and then gave him his tool
i couldn’t blame him, cause all he wanted was security so even through his mask saw the fear in he
that’s the demeanor that i carry, on this mic whatever town every stage getting buried under
they f+cked all the way up when they gave this black man a dictionary, now i articulate the pain of my people
west+coast in my blood that’s what i claim for my people
south cali made me, and we are not equal, n+gga
i come from skegee n+gga/
grew the dreads out im black jesus n+gga/
type of sh+t i seen you wouldn’t believe me n+gga/
my n+ggas throw they hood up like they belimic n+gga/
if he say you dead you better trust that n+gga mean it n+gga/
ain’t no deceiving they gon treat me like they treat you n+ggas difference is i know them fools/
so i’m plugged in like it’s protools/
drop a couple jewels on they head like they playing sims/
this why i’m hot like i’m playing mims/
ay f+ck a diamond i’m a lost gem/
stuck up in the gym bench pressing all this pressure homie/
stay up out my city i got n+ggas tryna press up on me/
if a n+gga touch me imma press the b+tton crack a smile/
you white folks with the speed dial when a n+gga come around/
you talk a lot until them bullets sound/
then they say that n+gga passed on, like a hand me down/
heard that n+gga ran a 4 flat, bullets ran him down/
tryna get my jackson’s up boy i’m talking janet now/
red rag across his face this n+gga think he samus now/
n+ggas in my city catch a body, think he famous now/
n+ggas see me up in cali happy that i made it out/
i can smoke this sh+t legal, so i’m getting faded now/
me and jay was in the trap was scared we might get raided out/
hear the name prota n+ggas know i’m who they rave about/
standing 10 toes down until a n+gga lay me out, woo

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