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Pink Goin To California

I'm goin' to California There's a better life for me, yes Goin' to California I'll write and tell you what I see I'm goin' to California Somebody

I'm goin' to California There's a better life for me, yes Goin' to California I'll write and tell you what I see I'm goin' to California Somebody

I'm goin' to California There's a better life for me, yes Goin' to California I'll write and tell you what I see I'm goin' to California Somebody

cry and tell your big moms I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms Haters must be starvin' nowadays I make California Vietnam And I'm goin' to embalm

? That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin' huh? And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard Yup yup five a bone When he passed him that styrofoam the easter pink

featuring Angel Cake) C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you You know, a nigga, knahmsayin Goin

minute now a nigga has to blow up Check my mediance look at my spins that they goin on Check my spins that they goin on Chorus ((Big tank rapping)) (

tell your big moms I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms Haters must be starvin' nowadays I make California Vietnam And I'm goin' to embalm my

[Kool Keith] Don't hurt 'em - don't hurt 'em Kool Keith... yeah New York City in the house California in the house Texas in the house Miami in the house