Wisla - California Postcards lyrics

[Verse 1] Im from a place where not everybody been in Where you gotta make moves and try in get it where you fit it So if you f**ing riding n***a go and start your engine Cuz we ain't hert nobody we just trying to act ignent(ignorant) Im from a place cool breeze shake the palm trees, and the fog so thick that it resembles steam And n***as down to ride only in ya memory Where we only get along if we blowing trees Im from a place they don't have a lot of tan lines Where the ocean's breeze slaps scream lullabye And we only drink cuz another day alive Kids talking jive, roll it up a vibe Rain wind or snow another spliff to the throat Cuzz we all gotta hustle heart filled with hope From where they not at but where they wanna be Living life to the fullest California dream!!!! Purple Moss, gold teeth, love to floss Down to ride, joan of arc Hottest girls , coldest hearts Who wanna pull ya card cuz the streets in hard Orange lights you can see the stars Little codine got you leaning hard Kush got a newbie seeing starts [Hook] California love (X4) [Verse 2] If they twisting up they fingers than they probly got them bangers Cops shot a man dead he “he thought it was his tazer” Where warriors and kings chilling with them lakers Im from where the average n***a spitting like he signed to majors From were they start at six and then they move to 12 guages Theirs a whole lot of celebrities but not all of them is A-list From the same place is 2Pac , Mac Dre is from Where they protest just to make a statement From were baby got no bread but shes caking All the way from the same land as the raiders Were we smoke L's I call them L a elevators If we running out of blunts then we smoken on some papers In jail you might find your savior Doing the most no time to save up Were love is life and life is hatred We have the basics but we rech for heavens Guaranteed we won't leve you stressing, cuz you from where im from you breddren California n***a, California living [Hook] [Bridge] Up and down the coast, Im down to ride with ya Rolling up the bud, im down to ride wit ya Police get no love, Its open eyes to you Clear view in my rearview [Chorus]