CALIFORNIA GRAPEVINE

One time for you mind
A real player on the California Grapevine
Fetty, I made mine
[?] with the gas brake dip, ayy
And another one hit ‘em with a “hey god damn”
Swing a hammer like Conan
With a blam blam blam
[?] with the fireworks
Confetti, gang shit bang heavy
Swang thangs, dang they weigh heavy
Chevy drop down, pop up again
See you whippin’ back in the bucket again
Fuck it, mayne, do your thing player
I ain’t never really been a hater unless a hater want to step to me
And I hate with the best of them, still it’s all love man
I never think less of anybody really
Yo, word to the money and the other locations
Yo, the brother so vacant
Awake, yet patiently waiting for the next level
Far-off look in her eye
Yo, my bad, I write books and I’m high
You know I write books when I’m high
Breeze through the yaperness
Ease through the vapors, bitch
Fuck the police, that’s word to Colin Kaepernick
Watching Lion King with my baby girl off a laserdisc, what?
Yo, see how amazing I’m getting
You haven’t seen Nathan Lane yet
Slay em like bayonets
Laser eye god style
3rd eye vision with it
Doggy, I’m hella relentless
See digits will reflect this
Uh, let this be a fuckin’ lesson to all of y’all
Half-white thugs stay guessin’
Kool A.D. stay blessin’
Every fuckin’ session
Fresh and so clean and whatnot
Used to rock a top-knot, now I’m on my Sammy Davis
With the shades, quick
Name another rapper as flame as this rappin’ ass rap that I’m spittin at your ass
[? spanish]
Body anybody plus I’ll do it in a molly haze
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ as hard as me
Hardly

Kool A.D., number one rappin’ MC in the place to be
Represent the B-A-Y A-R-E-A