That's right, feels good to be back homie,
grab your drinks, it's a toast,
we got a lot to celebrate
2009 homie, come on, come on
I just wanna live my dreams
tryna get this music poppin'
Couple of thousand people
watchin' hands poppin' as I ride
Right in front of your eyes,
such a satisfaction to all of the people
wan na see me done up, but uh
They never run up, it's a celebration,
time to grab a drink, spark a plunder
Cause we ain't goin' nowhere,
we gon' keep on doin' the
for success at all costs,
Only a couple albums later,
Quickly followed by haters,
cause they can't stand to
doin' something that they can't do
Yeah, I think it's sad too
until high power came through
People see my life change,
probably think I've changed too
Till they smoke a ninja with me,
see that I'm the same fool
Ain't nothing changed but the day
And that's it, still dodging a casket
Give me the beat, I'll smash it,
cause they said that I couldn't
I just wanna live my dreams
Trying to get this music popping
Couple of thousand people
Watchin' hands bobbin' as I rise
Right in front of your eyes
All of the people I despise
People wanna see me done -up
Time to grab a drink, spark a blunt -up
Cause we ain't goin' nowhere
We gon' keep on doin' this shit for life
Back in the days, homie I used to ride buses
Maybe shotgunnin' a Cutlass
I had to roll with the punches
Whoever thought this little knuckle
Go ahead and get her, get his life straight
But that's it, look at me now
I got some plaques on my walls,
and with this music I clown
I get down, from Cali to Germany
Barcelona to Japan, Amsterdam and back
You see a soldier worldwide
From side to side, I spit bitches
I represent this Cali shit
like palm trees and switches
Like Vineweed, the spirits of Eazy -E
And Tupac, bitches in tube tops
Homies strapped with tube locks
This is my home, this is my dream
I'm the California all -star
I just wanna live my dreams,
tryna get this music poppin'
Couple of thousand people in
Right in front of your eye,
such a satisfaction to all of the people
From Sunday I'm the son of people
wan na see me down the butter
They never run up, this a celebration,
time to grab a drink, spark a plunder
Cause we ain't going nowhere,
we gon' keep on doing this
That's right homie, for life
all these fake ass stories
And keep on being sour faces
We give you motherfuckin'
wrinkles in your forehead
For all the times you see us mak
You get all pissed off and shit