California DOM KENNEDY
"California" by DOM KENNEDY, released in 2012, is a #HipHop track that celebrates West Coast culture, lifestyle, and the artist's personal experiences. The lyrics reflect themes of pride, ambition, and the pursuit of success in California's vibrant setting. Its laid-back production and catchy hooks contribute to its appeal, resonating with listeners and solidifying Kennedy's place in the contemporary hip-hop scene.
Aye Dom, so far I listened to your album
And I ain't heard nothing you can post up and smoke a Black to
We don't need you on this one
Ha ha, aye! Check it, aye!
Verse 1:
Y'all out of town niggas just don't understand
We ain't got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, instead of runnin' to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
And a nigga like "damn, why you on 'em so tough"
Talkin' that shit, cuz his bitch chose up
Tried to get my number in his face like "dammmmn,"
Then my nigga Jay 305 rolled up
PhreshCru attire, my niggas on fire
Them 15 inches wires, we put 'em on tires
Then roll up...pockets on swolla
Stand on Stockton, hearin' choppas, not sober
Sometimes I feel like I'm still supposed to be there
And when I stop in the hood, I see Lil' C there
I try to show them the hustle, instead of fortune and fame
It's a mental battle now, I tell 'em, put 'em on game
And niggas love how I do...
At the skatin' rink, Girbaud down, Nike shoes
...Them hoes love how I do
Drinkin' Hennessy on stage, House of Blues
And I ain't heard nothing you can post up and smoke a Black to
We don't need you on this one
Ha ha, aye! Check it, aye!
Verse 1:
Y'all out of town niggas just don't understand
We ain't got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, instead of runnin' to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
And a nigga like "damn, why you on 'em so tough"
Talkin' that shit, cuz his bitch chose up
Tried to get my number in his face like "dammmmn,"
Then my nigga Jay 305 rolled up
PhreshCru attire, my niggas on fire
Them 15 inches wires, we put 'em on tires
Then roll up...pockets on swolla
Stand on Stockton, hearin' choppas, not sober
Sometimes I feel like I'm still supposed to be there
And when I stop in the hood, I see Lil' C there
I try to show them the hustle, instead of fortune and fame
It's a mental battle now, I tell 'em, put 'em on game
And niggas love how I do...
At the skatin' rink, Girbaud down, Nike shoes
...Them hoes love how I do
Drinkin' Hennessy on stage, House of Blues
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