Fuck You Wanna Bee's Letra

Bitch, till the day I die

Till the day, posted with my dodger blue
Enemies could die slow, it's always been my attitude
Ready to cut your bitch out, on a hot day
Some of them living local, and some of them living out of states
You can hate, on the king, while I celebrate
South side flowing through my blood, rolling through my veins
My team strong, the weed strong, chilly walked in
With some hoes I'm tryina creep on
I do it for my people with that brown pride
Taking back to base when it was bumping out your outline
Bodies on the floor, murder outline
Boys incarcerated, eating food when it's chal time
But it's out 8 on mine
I told you soldiers don't die, california holding my pride
My homie thinking them 40's, while police posted outside
This is for drumma boy, for instruments sublime

This is for the real g's, fuck you wanna bee's
Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
Bitch, till the day I die
La tell me where you at, till the day I die
Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die

Hurra, about to make this place turn up
Hit the light switch in this bitch with the burn up
Another day, another dollar, another beat that's bloody murder
Tony deuces coming through, watch all these bitches pull they skirt up
Word up, I'm only cuttin if it's major
Megan Fox status, or unless this bitch has paper
Only way I'm going up is with the cross fader
So tell me if I'm living wrong, when I die them play the song
And say tone held it down for the street block
The courier, ass out, gate down and d lock
Me and lil g be the kings of this g hop
Been know to get paws, and all foes they hear the east pop
Yeah I smoke good and eat honey
When I'm loeather suits on...
You can see it in my eyes
I'ma put it down for a late bitch till the day I die

This is for the real g's, fuck you wanna bee's
Where the bad bitches at, put em right in front of me
This is la till the day I die, this is california till the day I die
Bitch, till the day I die
La tell me where you at, till the day I die
Oc now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
818 now, tell me where you at, till the day I die
805 what, tell me where you at, till the day I die

Till the day I die, I'm chillin where the birds at
Make a few ends and I smoke, where the herbs at
Man I gets high, hitters everyday
Spend a little money on my watch, no chain
Homies that I'm with all rep the same gang
And they all yellin out, money ain't a thang
Smokin on loud, you hand me the loud pack
I ain't gotta tell where it is, but I got that
Out in la, back in the p
Wherever I be, yeah that's where they be
All up on the block, ask em where the bud at
All the homie still on parole and they love that
Bitches stay fly, I ain't gotta say that
Fucking with my money or my team
I don't play that
It's on everyday, and it's on mine
Ask me what I do it for, this I reply, hear.