ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma n***az down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma n***az down in califonia..
they shot at ma 'causezin now we bussin our n***as till i live my life, till it ends, i may get shot, i may get blood claught in ma brain, till im insane...that was then this is now...im thinkin im in heaven...how? they ask me if i have shead a tear, i said no, i shead blood, with ma thugs..down in tha east..and tha motha fukaz in tha west...if u still wanna be a thug, with ma bullet proof vesst, give a thug a shot in tha arm, sound off tha alarm, then thats wut happens in reality...then i got shot...
ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma n***az down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma n***az down in califonia..
i miss tha good ol' days wit nwa and ma n***as in the hood with ma 9mm pistol shootin up tha n***az with a 5 dollar bill in there hand, i k**ed my own fan..my n***a, chapman, got shot in tha chest, he was not the best, he worshiped me, he got it good, if only i was in my hood...just kuz i cant provide the right sh** fo my motha, i got a sh** for a life, in heaven, its scary in this sh**....you only get one shot at bein a true gangsta, not a mutha fukin wangsta, its time to start makin sum motha fukin changes arund this sh**...then you get shot...
ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma n***az down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma n***az down in califonia..
.....yea...shootin up that mother fuker, got that sh**..
...yea, like the good old days....