Get buzzed, let's get fucked up Get, get, get drunk lets California show me love California throw it up California, so high we'll ride all night California, show me love Get, get, get Comin' straight outta Cali (what!?) The 818 valley (what?!)

Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party! Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside, with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday

Promiscuous makes an entrance Her mouth is full of questions Are we all brides to be Are we all designed to be confined Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them Organize our lives and lose the key Our faces all resemble dying roses From trying to fix

I'mma go off (I'mma go off) One more ride (ride) one more race (race) We go all out, we don't play One more ride, one more race We don't slow down, ain't no brakes I'mma go off (yeah) I'mma ride tonight (yeah) It don't matter what we face I gotta go now

I hope I stay close Oh, cause I had my doubts, oh! Don't take my baby boy Don't take my pride and joy Little hands, little feet Tiny heart, tiny beat Oh, thinkin' about the time we spent falling in love (in love) I don't wanna leave you I don't want him

Livin', lovin', she's just a woman Come on, babe on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac

Ride it out You can always call me 'Cause all we ever do is love Girl, you ain't alone, we all been alone Baby just be honest (X-O) Don't you worry 'bout a thing Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron Blunts to your face, you don't wanna sing no more Lost

Ball Tongue! You were my bride, when does our friendship end? I'm not gonna give in There you are alone With no hope of ever having something to be proud of Something earned without begging Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me Who do you

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can't help it That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly I know you 'bout that stressin' 'cause your daughter 'bout to be seven Even though the streets don't love nobody we stay true to the