Текст песни 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!