Dro - Canoga Park lyrics

[Verse 1: Gyyps] Hot shot screaming down desoto 85 Degrees in the middle of the night Hot summers in Canoga I get out of the streets head back to my 2 car garage with a sofa And all I got to eat is this old fried chicken That my momma leftover My momma asks if I'm sober She like: When's the last time you heard the gospel Sylvia said she saw you speeding down roscoe I thought I taught you better than that I thought you grew, but you're still a kid I thought you knew but you never did I told her sh** well I ain't really worried bout it Got to many problems in the world around me The local gang violence and the search sirens Who gon give a f** a white boy driving Crime rates rising in my city, oh lord Demanded to supply for the people, no choice Leaning sideways spitting image in my voice Take a look at my life this is mine this is yours Drive a, two thousand three ford That sh**, my family afford Praying i make it tomorrow I'll buy my mom a new car [Chorus] Pull up, key in, start Canoga park Hop out, lock up the car Now that it's dark Stay up til 3 in the morning Wake up the park This coming straight from the heart Show love to Canoga park [Verse 2: Gyyps] I'm making moves in my basement But I ain't got one, that's a metaphor, yeah I take my whole neighborhood on vacation I swear, that's what I'm headed for, you Put my mind on the table, dissect me I got my bars on cable and Netflix, you can Watch me like a motherf**ing visual Cause I'm a crazy innoventing individual I'm getting residuals on interest On interest on interest on interest My hair keep on grow by the inches Don't a**ociate me with the clippers And when I say something people yall listen I'm out here preaching like a f**ing politician Wishing I can get your vibes in another state Let a homie vibe for another day Crime rates rising in my city