Lyrics
Niggas run up on ya
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
I was born in Los Angeles city
Where the thugs ride low, get dough and the girls are pretty
It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty
Sun shines, but sometimes it's dark and moody
Whatever you do to me, you won't stop my grind son
When you find one, you hold on and shine
Don't lay back, relax
'Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks
Nowadays it's a struggle to hustle
Not only in the street, the rap game's in a fuckin' shambles
So I came with the brain to boost it back
Real life is a struggle, but we're used to that
No matter who you are or who you be with
We all want the same things, we all in the same gang
Same boat, same notes we flow for
Same dreams and schemes we invested our soul for
Niggas run up on ya
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
I'm livin' that Cali life in a hundred degree heat
And you wonder why they found another body in the streets
No A/C, packed in a car eight deep
They go kamikaze, no camaraderie or peace
And beef, homie, ain't just somethin' you eat
But the taste of revenge is oh so sweet
Your boy won't sleep 'til I'm up in that Benz
E-Class, heat blast, leave 'em in a trench
And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game
Your business fucked up, they got you signin' for a chain
They callin' for a change, they callin' out my name
Young De, they want me to come and do my thang
Plain black tee, I ain't do it for the fame
Same black Glock if you move into my lane
Same old blocks is the spots where I hang
In the stu' with the vets, but your boy ain't changed
Niggas run up on ya
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
Top back smashin' in a California fashion
Even the strong get chin-checked, tested and blasted
Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons
I beach cruise, black t-shirts for each season
Come here flossin' your knots, you're not leavin' with that
Now where my motherfuckin' gangstas at?
More single mothers than brothers that we got on the street
Better have you a hammer whenever you keepin' the peace
Still fuck the police, at least the coast stay consistent
Fame is lame when life is lost in an instant
Hit the fence, then sprint through the neighbor's yard
K9 is on your ass, if they catch you, then you gone
This is for the soldiers that's never comin' home
Keep it crackin' for the cause, candy painted to the chrome
Hikin' up Cypress Hill with two bongs
B-Real got a pound and it's on, we smokin'
Niggas run up on ya
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
I was born in Los Angeles city
Where the thugs ride low, get dough and the girls are pretty
It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty
Sun shines, but sometimes it's dark and moody
Whatever you do to me, you won't stop my grind son
When you find one, you hold on and shine
Don't lay back, relax
'Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks
Nowadays it's a struggle to hustle
Not only in the street, the rap game's in a fuckin' shambles
So I came with the brain to boost it back
Real life is a struggle, but we're used to that
No matter who you are or who you be with
We all want the same things, we all in the same gang
Same boat, same notes we flow for
Same dreams and schemes we invested our soul for
Niggas run up on ya
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
I'm livin' that Cali life in a hundred degree heat
And you wonder why they found another body in the streets
No A/C, packed in a car eight deep
They go kamikaze, no camaraderie or peace
And beef, homie, ain't just somethin' you eat
But the taste of revenge is oh so sweet
Your boy won't sleep 'til I'm up in that Benz
E-Class, heat blast, leave 'em in a trench
And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game
Your business fucked up, they got you signin' for a chain
They callin' for a change, they callin' out my name
Young De, they want me to come and do my thang
Plain black tee, I ain't do it for the fame
Same black Glock if you move into my lane
Same old blocks is the spots where I hang
In the stu' with the vets, but your boy ain't changed
Niggas run up on ya
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
Top back smashin' in a California fashion
Even the strong get chin-checked, tested and blasted
Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons
I beach cruise, black t-shirts for each season
Come here flossin' your knots, you're not leavin' with that
Now where my motherfuckin' gangstas at?
More single mothers than brothers that we got on the street
Better have you a hammer whenever you keepin' the peace
Still fuck the police, at least the coast stay consistent
Fame is lame when life is lost in an instant
Hit the fence, then sprint through the neighbor's yard
K9 is on your ass, if they catch you, then you gone
This is for the soldiers that's never comin' home
Keep it crackin' for the cause, candy painted to the chrome
Hikin' up Cypress Hill with two bongs
B-Real got a pound and it's on, we smokin'
Niggas run up on ya
When you live in California
In the home of marijuana
Streets get hotter than a sauna
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
They run up on the side of ya ride and then blast
When it pops off, it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last