paroles de chanson California - Adam Calhoun
Oooh,
you
got
a
killa,
on
your
hands
You
gon'
hafta
understand
We
ain't
got
the
same
Plans
Oooh,
you
can
like
it,
or
not
The
fightin'
ain't
gon'
stop
You
get
pop-pop-popped!
Popped!
Oooh,
you
got
a
killa,
on
your
hands
You
gon'
hafta
understand
We
ain't
got
the
same
Plans
Oooh,
you
can
like
it,
or
not
The
fightin'
ain't
gon'
stop
You
get
pop-pop-popped!
What
you
know
about
bein'
on
the
road,
and
they
told
you?
They
cancelled,
like
a
whole
buncha
shows,
think
they
know
you?
They
got
you
on
the
news,
callin'
you
homophobic
Xenophobe,
racist,
and
everybody
knows
it
How
'da
fuck,
I'm
racist?
At
a
very
young
age
I
was
rappin'
in
the
trap
house,
you'd
pro'lly
be
afraid
You
would
never
be
allowed
there,
you
ain't
built
the
same
I
was
with
killas
and
gangstas,
some
of
them
passed
away
They'd
say,
"You
see
that
kid,
right
there?
That
white
boy
can
spit"
Who
knew,
twenty
years
later,
that
white
boy's
the
shit?
Did
you
forget?
I'm
the
same
dude
that
wrote,
"Racism"
You
just
fake,
too
afraid,
to
have
that
conversation
Oooh,
you
got
a
killa,
on
your
hands
You
gon'
have
to
understand
We
ain't
got
the
same
Plans
Oooh,
you
can
like
it,
or
not
The
fightin'
ain't
gon'
stop
You
get
pop-pop-pop!
Popped!
Oooh,
you
got
a
killa,
on
your
hands
You
gon'
have
to
understand
We
ain't
got
the
same
Plans
Oooh,
you
can
like
it,
or
not
The
fightin'
ain't
gon'
stop
You
get
pop-pop-popped!
Whatchu
know
about
bein'
on
the
road,
and
they
told
you?
The
news
just
did
a
whole
show,
tryin'
to
expose
you?
Bad
news
is
good
news,
gets
you
more
exposure
I
felt
like
I
was
losin',
I'd
rather
get
ran
over
I
know
y'all
remember,
when
I
said
the
N-word
They
all
thought
I'd
fall,
like
November
But,
autumn
didn't
call,
I
said,
"Fuck
it,
I'ma
send
'er"
Now,
these
white
dudes
follow
me,
like
I'm
a
trendsetter
I
hope
y'all
get
better,
half
the
shit
you
make,
is
whack
I'm
just
tryna
be
remembered,
Waylon
Jennings,
Johnny
Cash
Mad
as
hell,
I'm
on
they
ass,
they
just
runnin'
outta
gas
You
can
put
it
all
on
me,
I
ain't
losin'
wit'
this
rap
Oooh,
you
got
a
killa,
on
your
hands
You
gon'
have
to
understand
We
ain't
got
the
same
Plans
Oooh,
you
can
like
it,
or
not
The
fightin'
ain't
gon'
stop
You
get
pop-pop-popped!
Popped!
Oooh,
you
got
a
killa,
on
your
hands
You
gon'
have
to
understand
We
ain't
got
the
same
Plans
Oooh,
you
can
like
it,
or
not
The
fightin'
ain't
gon'
stop
You
get
pop-pop-popped!
Popped!
1 Tree Tire
2 Ridin Shotgun
3 Small Town
4 California
5 4 Wheel Low
6 Larry Bird
7 Hate Ya Self
8 Bastards
9 Stiff Breeze
10 Pressure
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