Golden State of Mind-Fashawn

Golden State of MindFashawn I still hit the swap meet to get some socks cheap Kids playing hopscotch where they cock 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 norteno's, to the trece'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, Suga Free, LBC, G-Funk 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 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 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**k a Lambo This guns and there's butter get yo' ammo Bandanna's like Rambo Cause Cali's gon' stand strong From Bobby Seale and Eldridge Cleaver To Dom Kennedy and Fashawn Yeah, no place like home A OG say these California streets ain't paved for gold Dayton's and Vouges only way you can roll Say a prayer young nigga, try and save your soul Soldiers die everyday, swear nobody is safe When killers migrate just to live and die in L.A (Big city of dreams) L.A, learn how to hold your weight living in the golden state Get 25 or the L for unloading the 8 Come and pay us a visit, Coast of the Pacific Just to be specific, loads of pretty bitches 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 city of sex, once again it's the F