Red Cafe - Cheers To Young California lyrics
[Red Cafe - Cheers To Young California lyrics]
Came back
Came back touch down from that Dubai city
Now I talk to my people shakedown life
I can bring that Arm & Hammer
Chain back in the street believe that
Huh, been around the world and back
Fuck the fake shit, y'all deserve the facts
I mean
Real niggas don't die, we become legends
Them other suckers change and
Switch like phone settings
Goon'd up, buried all my rivals
I had the wave before Jigga Man had TIDAL
Bad Boy before Diddy even met Biggie
I was in Flatbush, terrorizing the whole city
Now I took my talents down South Beach
Wild as fuck
Still keep the World Metta Peace
We in the world with fake somebodys
More appreciated than real nobodys, so
I keep a shottie, brrrat
Time to change that shit
Back to the streets dog, fuck the rap shit
Hoes talk slick trying to get my attention
You now only get me to bench 'em
I done had R&B bitches, actresses, models
Reality show hoes, and some mo' hoes
Make 'em tat they ass with my logos
Just a nigga from the 7-1-ocho
I got money but I don't got time
So if you get a date, better blow my mind
Bitch the nigga in Notorious they call Preme
E'vry city, copping condoms at green, whoa
I got bars here to Mars
Out in Dubai, menage with the
Dump sour in them cigars
In Puerto looking like Chico DeBarge
Yeah, cheers to the young California
Slid in so many foreigns
Feel like a foreigner
Now I'm out in LA counting my Lay's
That's chips for you suckers that ain't
Caught up to the phrase
Did a couple porno flicks, unreleased though
IPhone full of chicks ready
For the freak show
I takes it all, I ain't paying for nothing
Got new work, told my ex
I ain't staying for nothing, one
From the hood, fried rice and a 5 piece
Now I'm up, fleet of cars blacker than Tyrese
From the rooter to the tooter
To my red ruby ay
We can mash up the club, go 'head sue me
Shakedown, the best seller
The best ever designated nigga to
Fuck up her mascara
And that's word to my Arm & Hammer charm
I'm a Konvict before Akon, ask Akon
What's up?
Came back touch down from that Dubai city
Now I talk to my people shakedown life
I can bring that Arm & Hammer
Chain back in the street believe that
Huh, been around the world and back
Fuck the fake shit, y'all deserve the facts
I mean
Real niggas don't die, we become legends
Them other suckers change and
Switch like phone settings
Goon'd up, buried all my rivals
I had the wave before Jigga Man had TIDAL
Bad Boy before Diddy even met Biggie
I was in Flatbush, terrorizing the whole city
Now I took my talents down South Beach
Wild as fuck
Still keep the World Metta Peace
We in the world with fake somebodys
More appreciated than real nobodys, so
I keep a shottie, brrrat
Time to change that shit
Back to the streets dog, fuck the rap shit
Hoes talk slick trying to get my attention
You now only get me to bench 'em
I done had R&B bitches, actresses, models
Reality show hoes, and some mo' hoes
Make 'em tat they ass with my logos
Just a nigga from the 7-1-ocho
I got money but I don't got time
So if you get a date, better blow my mind
Bitch the nigga in Notorious they call Preme
E'vry city, copping condoms at green, whoa
I got bars here to Mars
Out in Dubai, menage with the
Dump sour in them cigars
In Puerto looking like Chico DeBarge
Yeah, cheers to the young California
Slid in so many foreigns
Feel like a foreigner
Now I'm out in LA counting my Lay's
That's chips for you suckers that ain't
Caught up to the phrase
Did a couple porno flicks, unreleased though
IPhone full of chicks ready
For the freak show
I takes it all, I ain't paying for nothing
Got new work, told my ex
I ain't staying for nothing, one
From the hood, fried rice and a 5 piece
Now I'm up, fleet of cars blacker than Tyrese
From the rooter to the tooter
To my red ruby ay
We can mash up the club, go 'head sue me
Shakedown, the best seller
The best ever designated nigga to
Fuck up her mascara
And that's word to my Arm & Hammer charm
I'm a Konvict before Akon, ask Akon
What's up?