Fashawn - Golden State Of Mind lyrics

[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]