Cause that's how California rolls I'm talkin' 'bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey (in Los Angeles) Get yourself a medical card, yea (in Los Angeles) They do the fingers like red fox (in Los Angeles) You can make it on a light blue box,

I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry You made me cry That's the price she'll pay She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little

It's easy to remember But so hard to forget So I must dream To have your hand caress me Fingers, press me tight I'd rather dream Than have that lonely feeling Stealing through the night Each little moment

You don't like me I don't like you Middle fingers up Get the-get the fuck up Middle fingers up Crack it, crack it, crack it Put your fists up Crack it, crack it Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too If you shake my hand better count your fingers What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment? If I'm right I lose nothing, if you're right I lose it all I ought to get caught because I'm doing

I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from me to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My fingers in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo fo I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

The medicine you crave is overrated Throw it away, throw it away, your world's in disarray Carried away, carried away, oh what a mess you've made Throw it away, throw it away Glass half-empty, fingers numb and cold Nothing's easy when you've lost control

Got no friends up next to me, enemies too close Raf Simons on my feet that's why I fucked your ho Middlefingers to my enemies, I stay in my glo You know they're gonna intervene, my niggas do the most Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it Gettin' it,