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  • Текст песни Evo - Los Angeles

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    Hey

    I was living a fantasy somewhere deep in my mind
    Searching for that place that I call home, but I can't find
    Tired of missing my chance and talking 'bout how I can't take it
    So I'll pack up all my bags and brag about how I'ma make it
    Put it in the drop-top (Aye)
    Cruising down the highway, doing things my way
    Never worried 'bout what the rest say
    I'm riding the best wave
    Put it in the drop-top (Aye)
    Run the game like a track meet, clothes in the back seat
    Never worried 'bout when I get paid
    Everything will be okay

    Going 85 with my bags in the trunk
    I ain't slamming on the brakes, saving that for the dunks
    Making waves in the bay, 'til the contest sunk
    Bring it back to my roots, getting down with the funk
    Song so good, I have you singing in the streets
    I be flowing so cold, I had to bring it to the heat
    Spend my time in the stu, coming out just to eat
    Put my back to the sun like I'm California Suite

    L.A. California, baby
    Give me all you got I'll take it
    Take you down to the Melrose Gold Teeth
    Say my name in the streets 'til you know me
    L.A. Californication
    I don't want no confrontation
    GSP to the 405
    I'm taking everybody's city 'til they all know mine

    Tall stacks in the case (Huh)
    They see you doin' better, everybody wanna taste (Okay)
    They wanna see you trip when you keeping up a pace (Whoo)
    If they wanna dick ride, tell them ride with the bass
    Go and ride with the bass, fly with the bass
    Feel it in your lungs, get high from the bass
    Go and ride with the bass, fly with the bass
    Let it take over your soul, don't hide from it

    Put it in the drop-top (Aye)
    Pull up on the scene now, tell me what you see now
    Birds flying west to the big stage
    And getting trapped in that big cage, oh no
    Keep all that shit out my drop-top (Aye)
    Ain't no room in the back seat, take a look at the fact sheet
    I don't look like a taxi
    Keep that energy away from me unless you can match me
    Put the pedal to the floor, don't think on foot you can catch me, no

    Going 85 with my bags in the trunk (Yeah)
    I ain't slamming on the brakes, saving that for the dunks (Okay)
    Making waves in the bay, 'til the contest sunk (Go)
    Bring it back to my roots, getting down with the funk (Ooo)
    Song so good, I have you singing in the streets (Uh huh, go)
    I be flowing so cold, I had to bring it to the heat (Breezy)
    Spend my time in the stu, coming out just to eat (Yeah, what)
    Put my back to the sun like I'm California Suite (Let 'em know)

    L.A. California, baby
    Give me all you got I'll take it
    Take you down to the Melrose Gold Teeth
    Say my name in the streets 'til you know me
    L.A. Californication
    I don't want no confrontation
    GSP to the 405
    I'm taking everybody's city 'til they all know mine

    Break it down, aye
    Bust down crown, L.A., pour me some Bacardi
    Drip down Sunset B, yeah, that's a party
    Ten toes for myself, you think I'm wildin'
    I don't need your money, baby, I get that regardless
    Do it for my brother grinding out in San Pedros
    If that ain't your money, why you tryna steal the queso
    Lions in the jungle scaring birds off the payroll
    Green like the Amazon, reign like a Bezos

    Going 85 with my bags in the trunk
    I ain't slamming on the brakes, saving that for the dunks
    Making waves in the bay, 'til the contest sunk
    Bring it back to my roots, getting down with the funk
    Song so good, I have you singing in the streets
    I be flowing so cold, I had to bring it to the heat
    Spend my time in the stu, coming out just to eat
    Put my back to the sun like I'm California Suite

    L.A. California, baby (L.A. California, baby)
    Give me all you got I'll take it (Whatcha got, whatcha got)
    Take you down to the Melrose Gold Teeth (I'll take you down, down)
    Say my name in the streets 'til you know me (Down, down, down, down, down, down)
    L.A. Californication (No sauce)
    I don't want no confrontation (L.A., L.A.)
    GSP to the 405 (Jersey)
    I'm taking everybody's city 'til they all know mine

    Damn, it's already over?

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