Lyrics Golden State of Mind (feat. Dom Kennedy) - DOM KENNEDY , Fashawn
Golden
State
of
MindFashawn
I
still
hit
the
swap
meet
to
get
some
socks
cheap
Kids
playing
hopscotch
where
they
cock
heat
Do
a
figure
eight,
let
the
tire
screech
In
the
559
tryna
find
a
beach
Young
efé,
young
jefé
Half
black,
half
esé
To
the
norteno's,
to
the
trece's
Blue
rag,
red
rag,
all
sets,
hey
Can't
be
no
punk
In
the
back
yard
boogie
with
the
double
dutch
jump
To
a
old
time
freak
playing
humpty
hump
In
Pomona,
Suga
Free,
LBC,
G-Funk
In
the
F
grizzly's
where
they
throw
them
G's
up
Hair
all
permed
looking
like
Jesus
Not
yet
what
I'm
destined
to
become
Know
exactly
where
to
go
if
I'm
ever
on
the
run
Golden
state
of
mind
The
only
state
that
I
can
call
mine
See
they
keep
makin'
it
And
they
keep
takin'
this
Golden
state
of
mind
(Gold
state
of
mind)
Everybody
love
the
sunshine
But
it
ain't
all
palm
trees
and
women
Indeed
we
livin'
in
the
Golden
state
of
mind
We
meet
up
at
the
cemetery
just
to
stay
in
touch
Visiting
loved
ones
cause
we
miss
'em
so
much
And
how
you
love
that,
the
progress
is
obvious
That's
why
girls
see
the
Huarache's
and
wanna
body
us
Never
heard
Uptown
Anthem,
but
she
the
naughtiest
It's
like
God
gave
us
our
own
land
to
grow
Marijuana
plants
and
sweet
potatoes
you
know
Some
corn
for
tortillas
and
blank
campus
Adidas
And
a
little
bit
of
time
to
enjoy
what's
left
A
train
on
Crenshaw
huh,
what's
next?
Been
weighing
in
the
plants
though
So
I'mma
spend
750
on
a
house
in
View
Park,
fuck
a
Lambo
This
guns
and
there's
butter
get
yo'
ammo
Bandanna's
like
Rambo
Cause
Cali's
gon'
stand
strong
From
Bobby
Seale
and
Eldridge
Cleaver
To
Dom
Kennedy
and
Fashawn
Yeah,
no
place
like
home
A
OG
say
these
California
streets
ain't
paved
for
gold
Dayton's
and
Vouges
only
way
you
can
roll
Say
a
prayer
young
nigga,
try
and
save
your
soul
Soldiers
die
everyday,
swear
nobody
is
safe
When
killers
migrate
just
to
live
and
die
in
L.A
(Big
city
of
dreams)
L.A,
learn
how
to
hold
your
weight
living
in
the
golden
state
Get
25
or
the
L
for
unloading
the
8
Come
and
pay
us
a
visit,
Coast
of
the
Pacific
Just
to
be
specific,
loads
of
pretty
bitches
In
addition
to
the
CHP
Roll
a
eighth,
hit
the
bay,
bump
some
E-A-Ski
And
send
a
R.I.P
to
Mac
D-R-E
Real
recognize
real,
we
don't
need
I.D
And
if
it
wasn't
for
the
west
you
wouldn't
need
a
vest
For
your
Jimmy
in
the
city
of
sex,
once
again
it's
the
F
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