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Golden State of Mind (feat. Dom Kennedy)

Golden State of MindFashawnI still hit the swap meet to get some socks cheap

Kids playing hopscotch where they cock heat

Do a figure eight, let the tire screech

In the 559 tryna find a beach

Young efé, young jefé

Half black, half esé

To the norteno's, to the trece's

Blue rag, red rag, all sets, hey

Can't be no punk

In the back yard boogie with the double dutch jump

To a old time freak playing humpty hump

In Pomona, Suga Free, LBC, G-Funk

In the F grizzly's where they throw them G's up

Hair all permed looking like Jesus

Not yet what I'm destined to become

Know exactly where to go if I'm ever on the run

Golden state of mind

The only state that I can call mine

See they keep makin' it

And they keep takin' this

Golden state of mind

(Gold state of mind)

Everybody love the sunshine

But it ain't all palm trees and women

Indeed we livin' in the

Golden state of mind

We meet up at the cemetery just to stay in touch

Visiting loved ones cause we miss 'em so much

And how you love that, the progress is obvious

That's why girls see the Huarache's and wanna body us

Never heard Uptown Anthem, but she the naughtiest

It's like God gave us our own land to grow

Marijuana plants and sweet potatoes you know

Some corn for tortillas and blank campus Adidas

And a little bit of time to enjoy what's left

A train on Crenshaw huh, what's next?

Been weighing in the plants though

So I'mma spend 750 on a house in View Park, fuck a Lambo

This guns and there's butter get yo' ammo

Bandanna's like Rambo

Cause Cali's gon' stand strong

From Bobby Seale and Eldridge Cleaver

To Dom Kennedy and Fashawn

Yeah, no place like home

A OG say these California streets ain't paved for gold

Dayton's and Vouges only way you can roll

Say a prayer young nigga, try and save your soul

Soldiers die everyday, swear nobody is safe

When killers migrate just to live and die in L.A

(Big city of dreams)

L.A, learn how to hold your weight living in the golden state

Get 25 or the L for unloading the 8

Come and pay us a visit, Coast of the Pacific

Just to be specific, loads of pretty bitches

In addition to the CHP

Roll a eighth, hit the bay, bump some E-A-Ski

And send a R.I.P to Mac D-R-E

Real recognize real, we don't need I.D

And if it wasn't for the west you wouldn't need a vest

For your Jimmy in the city of sex, once again it's the F

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