[Verse 1: Fashawn]
I still hit the swap meet to get some socks cheap
Kids playing hopscotch where they co*k 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 north[?], to the trese'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, sugar free, LBC, G4
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
[Hook: Fashawn]
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
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
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, f** a Lambo
This guns and this bud'll get yo' ammo
Bandanna's like Rambo
Cause Cali's gon' stand strong
From Bobby Seale and [?]
To Dom Kennedy and Fashawn
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fashawn]
Yeah, no place like home
A OG say these California streets ain't paved for gold
Datings [?] only way to go
Say a prayer young n***a, try and save your soul
Soldiers die everyday, swear nobody is safe
When k**ers migrate just to live and die in L.A
(Big city of dreams)
L.A, learn how to hold you wet living in the golden state
Get 25 or the L for 'em low on the 8
Come and pay us a visit, Coast or the Pacific
Just to be specific, loads of pretty b**hes
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 sity of s**, once again it's the F
[Hook]