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

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,

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

Your medication makes me high Just be patient I'm like a patient trying to find Run your fingers down my spine And I say to myself, what a wonderful herb

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight Oh you are my one, and only And you'll be alright I'll hold you tightly, I'll give you nothing but truth If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you You are my one, and only You were just

Even if we don't understand You missed the point and then you point Your fingers at me But it's all relative Even if you don't understand Well it's all understood Especially when you don't understand Then it's all just because Then let's all just believe

I let my fingers do the walking When it's late at night and you're fast asleep I press record, I become a phene And no one else is watching I'm alone now, starin' at the ceiling I'm kinda bored now, I can't sleep And you and me can't make my life

Tie my right hand to the bible You can burn your paper fingers in the ashtray Place your swollen lips on mine You can shave your heavy head in my carpeted hallway Sure for the first time you're wearing the right clothes Now take them off Meet me on the

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

And when I walked away I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me But all we knew is that we cared, uh You're so bad at holding water, slips right through your fingers We'd both end up drowning, it would hit the ground And then the path would