LA Nigga

I’m not dippin in my 64 I’m slidin in my charger Headed to the Westside To pick this bitch I been tryin to f*ck Ever Since we was lil kids Went to middle school together In Inglewood Where she live She say she hungry I say we can go to woodys But she want ramonas I say f*ck it Let’s go to hawkins Put those air max on Call you wen I’m at the door And Im gone pop this bean wen we get back home Look 6am I’m up lookin for a play Call my nikka tenth He say he got one on the way Patiently waitin Got up made me a smoothie Went back in the room Proceeded To kill the coochi One more time Before shake out this bitch Go home, shit, shower N brush my shit Should I do the chucks Airmax Or my Js I wanna cut my hair I really miss my waves Look A good day in California Sunny days Bad bitches And good marijuana At LAX Some of my ppl just flew in About to bbq Make sho you get beef No pork ribs Auntie got potatoe salad Moms got mad n cheese Everybody really waitin on Gma She got the greens Pops on the grille My nikka tenth at the door Damn I forgot we had a mission Let’s roll