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In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna

Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh
They run up on the side of your ride and then blast
When it pops off it happens that fast
If you soft you just won't last

I was born in Los Angeles city
Where the thugs ride low, get dough and the girls are pretty
It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty
Sun shines but sometimes it's dark and moody

Whatever you do to me you won't stop my grind
Son, when you find one you hold on and shine
Don't lay back, relax 'cause the minute you laid back
Someone takes away from your stacks

Nowadays it's a struggle to hustle
Not only in the street, the rap games and the fucked up shuffles
So I came with the rain to boost it back
Real life is a struggle but we used to that

No matter who you are or who you be with
We all want the same thangs, we all in the same gang
Same dope, same notes we flow for
Same dreams and schemes we investin' our soul for

Niggaz run up on ya when you live in California
In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna

Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh
They run up on the side of your ride and then blast
When it pops off it happens that fast
If you soft you just won't last

I'm livin' that Cali life in the hundred degree heat
And you wonder why they found another body in the streets
No AC packed in a car eight deep
They go kamikaze, no camraderie or peace

And beef, homey ain't just somethin' you eat
But the taste of revenge is oh so sweet
Your boy won't sleep till I'm up in that Benz
E-class, heat blast leave 'em in a trench

And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game
Your business fucked up they got you signin' for a chain
They callin' for a change, they callin' out my name
Young De, they want me to come and do my thang

Plain black tee, I ain't do it for the fame
Same black glock if you move into my lane
Same old blocks is the spots where I hang
On the stoop with the vets but your boy ain't changed

Niggaz run up on ya when you live in California
In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna

Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh
They run up on the side of your ride and then blast
When it pops off it happens that fast
If you soft you just won't last

Top hat smashin' in a California fashion
Even the strong get chin checked tested and blasted
Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons
I beach cruise, black T-shirts for each season

Come here flossin' ya knots, you're not leavin' with that
Now where my motherfuckin' gangsters at?
More single mothers than brothers than we got on the street
Better have you a handle whenever you keepin' the peace

Still 'Fuck Tha Police' at least the coast stay consistent
Fame is lame but life is lost in an instant
Hit the fence then sprint through the neighbor's yard
Canine is on your ass, if they catch you then you're gone

This is for the soldiers that's never comin' home
Who been crackin' for the cause candy-painted to the chrome
Hikin' up Cypress Hill with two bongs
B-Real got a pound then it's on, we smokin'

Niggaz run up on ya when you live in California
In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna

Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh
They run up on the side of your ride and then blast
When it pops off it happens that fast
If you soft you just won't last

In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than a sauna