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cali shit - j-easie lyrics

[verse 1: j-easie]
stay true to my sound i’m just the same
i saw she watchin’ me like the sharks playin’
my city comin’ out one day at a time
once i’m out, there really be no contemplating
think i’m going in now, it’s just the beginnin’
my flow stay hot might need some mittens, pimpin’
i’m on the rise like a bunch of pigeons
catch me rollin’ in the hood wit’ some syrup that i been sippin’
if you talk about the homies, they been trippin’
if you talk about j-easie, i been livin’
they don’t really want it like a car they ain’t driven
me i look at my best work and think somethin’s missin’
from sano but my fam from chicago and oakland
on mamas you don’t wanna provoke ’em (ayy, ayy)
appearance got me thinkin’ that i was chosen
got shooters on the team like demar derozan
from cali so curry got the bay goin’
lil’ mama at the club said that i go in
do anything for a n-gga, even talkin’ hoein’
she a rider, anything to get the money flowin’

[chorus: j-easie]
this be that cali sh-t
grab shawtie and work them hips to this
wake up and count yo’ chips to this
got backwoods you know we keep it lit in this b-tch
got my thang ‘case a n-gga act strange (act strange)
in my city they’ll rob you for your chain (for your chain)
i like my girl street smart wit’ a brain
my fame is the plus so we meet and we arrange, uh

[verse 2: slimmy b]
slimmy b what my name is (gang, gang)
these hoes wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m famous
big boss, i’m the wrong one to play wit’
masked up when i slide, like i’m jason (boom, boom)
north vallejo, crest n-gga, throw them c’s up (gang, gang)
sob x rbe, throw them b’s up (gang, gang)
at the house countin’ hundreds wit’ my feet up
a n-gga runnin’ round broke, i can’t be one
on the road for that cash, i be ot (i be ot)
still money over b-tches, m.o.b. (m.o.b.)
i was laced wit’ this game from the og’s (from the og’s)
never snitch, don’t be a b-tch is what they told me (gang)
you ain’t really in these streets, n-gga stop it (n-gga stop it)
tuck yo’ chain around the gang, you can’t rock it (you can’t rock it)
on the block wit’ that .40, yeah rocket (boom, boom)
and if a n-gga want a verse i need to rock it b-tch

[verse 3: stevie joe]
thuggy man b-tch doin’ a hundred on the highway (skirt)
hundred band l!ck got that foreign in the driveway (oh)
bad lil’ b-tch and she do whatever i say
run me money up yeah i put that on mi madre
solid for forever ain’t never been on no sucka sh-t (naw)
those that went against the grain them is who i ain’t f-ckin’ wit
they blew wit’ joe, got some new dough and it’s coo though (it’s coo)
kilo on my neck, these lil’ n-ggas rockin’ fools gold (ha)
on that cali sh-t, project and the valley bit
mapquest to a check soon as the addy sent (pull up)
shine like the sun whip cleaner than yo’ daddy sh-t
lookin’ like a platinum n-gga and i ain’t never had a hit (naw)
no deal, still never missed one meal
5 carats in my baby girl and my son’s ear (fa real)
do this sh-t easy, that’s on me
ol’ stevie still a cold -ss sob
muf-cka

- j easie lyrics

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