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So True
DJ Battlecat
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You could catch a criminal leaning to the left like a palm tree
I'm from the land of low-lows and swap meets
We represent like harder than solid concrete
Homies on the corner slanging O-Z's of bomb weed
It's just that California lifestyle
You could catch a criminal miles from the coast like right now
I'm talking beaches, sunsets and seagulls
Outside of that, it's Impalas and Regals
Classic track take it back to the element of the kick and the clap
Laced with bass on the slap, not a clip in the strap
Cause today it's time to chill out
Call the ladies over, bring the grill out
No worry in the world, that's how I feel 'bout my day-to-day
Cause we gon' live it up
Blue cups filled with Hennessy, time to fill 'em up
West Coast, so true, time to give it up
So give me ridin' for my trues and I'm ridin' for the blue
Representing for my solid, only just a few
So true, that's how we do
Mr. Criminal repping since the start, thought you knew
Big West Coast where the sunset's true
Lakers and Dodgers, I'm talking land of the blue
So true, that's how we do
West Coast repping to the fullest, so true
Summertime West Coast, yeah we keep it cracking
Like the homie Katt said, Cali is active
Like 2Pac was back, bottles of that Thug Passion
And to Eazy-E and Nate Dogg up in Thugz Mansion
We gon' keep celebrating cause it ain't no fun
If the homies can't have it you know how it begun
Props to the homie Snoop blowing kush out the booth
Of a candy painted coupe, Cali life so true
And I remember as a teen living life so blue
Always locked down so never had no time to lose
On the mic spitting my life like I had something to prove
On a mission for my gente representing for my trues
So true, I came from rags so blue
They never heard an ese spit like this from the zoo
So I'ma keep rapping, keep on spitting like an automatic weapon
With perfection when I'm spitting for my gente, so true
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I'm talking sunsets, palm trees, blue beaches, beautiful women
And some bomb ass kush, light it up, pass it
This is dedicated to my trues, I'm talking all my day ones
Homies from Del Aguere, famos homies that bang some
Either locked down or sent upstate
Or in the pine box, rest in peace, stuck behind gates
This Cali life it has a hard fate
You could lose your life quicker than a diabetic's heart rate
Sad to say this was our fate
You either ball, slang dope, or you sick with them bars, hey
Didn't create it but I'm speaking on it
They brought dope to the hood, had the homies straight tweaking on it
So true, and so sad
Some O-D'd, ended up in a body bag
I repped this life with all I had
So true, most the homies just take and never give back
This life you learn as you live that
So true, one day it all burns like a zig-zag
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