On the block I play the bass
Smoker hit the pipe I seen they face
Met George Jetson they was spaced
Tripping off of colors we don't play
Welcome to California this everyday
On the block I play the bass
Smoker hit the pipe I seen they face
Met George Jetson they was spaced
Tripping off of colors we don't play
Welcome to California this everyday
Yeah
On the concretes where I play
Throw up tackle man them was the days
Pissing in the bushes so moms don't see my face
I Found a dollar in the alley unfold it
Swear to god cocaine just blew all over me
But we was still lit
Pushing to the green dairy
Grab my 50 cent bags
Get a couple jammers
But them was in the backpack
Do yo change hang low
Was my first ringtone
Told my homies this
Bout to get us all the hoes
Our first time riding bikes
To the Crenshaw and Slauson plaza
Some older nigga tried to lie and rob us
When we ain't have shit to do
Time to hit the Harvard park pool
Trying to see if today little hooches was cool
Getting back to the crib the suns setting
Time to play monster tag
With the whole block
But we was never tagged
Dope feens always talking out they ass
But they music always had some class
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On the block I play the bass
Smoker hit the pipe I seen they face
Met George Jetson they was spaced
Tripping off of colors we don't play
Welcome to California this everyday
On the block I play the bass
Smoker hit the pipe I seen they face
Met George Jetson they was spaced
Tripping off of colors we don't play
Welcome to California this everyday
Yeah
On the concretes where I play
Throw up tackle man them was the days
Pissing in the bushes so moms don't see my face
I Found a dollar in the alley unfold it
Swear to god cocaine just blew all over me
But we was still lit
Pushing to the green dairy
Grab my 50 cent bags
Get a couple jammers
But them was in the backpack
Do yo change hang low
Was my first ringtone
Told my homies this
Bout to get us all the hoes
Our first time riding bikes
To the Crenshaw and Slauson plaza
Some older nigga tried to lie and rob us
When we ain't have shit to do
Time to hit the Harvard park pool
Trying to see if today little hooches was cool
Getting back to the crib the suns setting
Time to play monster tag
With the whole block
But we was never tagged
Dope feens always talking out they ass
But they music always had some class
Smoker hit the pipe I seen they face
Met George Jetson they was spaced
Tripping off of colors we don't play
Welcome to California this everyday
On the block I play the bass
Smoker hit the pipe I seen they face
Met George Jetson they was spaced
Tripping off of colors we don't play
Welcome to California this everyday
Yeah
On the concretes where I play
Throw up tackle man them was the days
Pissing in the bushes so moms don't see my face
I Found a dollar in the alley unfold it
Swear to god cocaine just blew all over me
But we was still lit
Pushing to the green dairy
Grab my 50 cent bags
Get a couple jammers
But them was in the backpack
Do yo change hang low
Was my first ringtone
Told my homies this
Bout to get us all the hoes
Our first time riding bikes
To the Crenshaw and Slauson plaza
Some older nigga tried to lie and rob us
When we ain't have shit to do
Time to hit the Harvard park pool
Trying to see if today little hooches was cool
Getting back to the crib the suns setting
Time to play monster tag
With the whole block
But we was never tagged
Dope feens always talking out they ass
But they music always had some class
Writer: Jiah Zuniga, Stephan Spencer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music