Lyrics Dax – California Love (Daxmix)
Text:
Yeah tha, it’s Dax
Just moved out to Cali baby
You know I had to do this one
Listen
I moved to California
Dax is back on the track and I’m causin’ pandemonia
I’m tickin’ bombs like Iraq, I got you the panic don’t I
Finna the the boy on the map it’s magi-magic I bring up on ya, yeah
Tried to warn ya, yeah
Didn’t believe me, yeah
Brought my shit out to Cali to make it to TV, yeah
Brought my shit out to Cali the weather is breezy
Bitches in tops and bikinis
Lookin’ for niggas with money, tryna get all of it easy
You feel me
A new era, so clearer
A King Kong I’m strong yeah gorilla
So figure, a new nigga, new state
I came from Kansas, doing damage and it feels great, hey
Cali I’m bout to pay these checks
So show respect, I’m riding on the LAX
I know they vexed, I got it out the mud, I’m blessed
Know I’m next, I see it on they face they stressed, u dig
I call it Californication, I been patient, I got myself an education
There’s no debatin’, that I’m the greatest in the makin’
I made a statement, I know they know it but won’t say, it’s frustratin’
It’s Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood, I’m highly good
I brag so I’m misunderstood, you probably should
Bandwagon on my team, better come correct I’m only talkin’ if you talk green
Get you like a bee sting, beastin’
Baby rappers got me breastfeedin’, teethin’
You fuckin’ crazy
If I see you in the streets it’s fuckin’ fuck you pay me
Haha
I wanna visit places, Santa Monica, Venice
See all the different faces
Hit the beach the freaks, I’m movin’ at different paces
I’m so wasted, the beat base is
So ba ba ba ba blazin’
The finest niggas, inside me nigga, I’m hidin’
Labels finna come and find me nigga, I’m thrivin’
Labels finna come and sign me nigga, I’m drivin’
105 be the highway nigga
To Boyle Heights, if you wanna come and die my nigga
I got a knife on my waste you can try my nigga
I got gun on the way I’mma buy my nigga
Registered so the feds won’t deny a nigga
This the DA the X
Gimme the beat ace a death
Gimme da Booth A with a fanbase
And a Band-aid is a wreck
Gimme a fan page and a check
Gimme a 12 gauge and a vest
Gimme a six pack and a Cadillac and a bad bitch with a chest
Gimme a whole fuckin’ deal nothin’ less than six figures
Record label on the table if it’s less I’m pullin’ triggers
Fan base gettin’ bigger
I should do it on my own, but I’m carpel tunnel always answering my phone
Pac you see me nigga? I remember when you talked to me
I came up out that dream and I now I swear that you apart me
Pushin’ on my artistry, strengthenin’ my arteries
Capillaries my lungs and everything that’s in the heart of me
So pardon me, I speak on everything I think I oughta be
The hardest in the game I think I really need a policy
Is obviously, I have these rappers moving hella cautiously
They doggin’ me, and saying I ain’t finna kill but honestly
You dead niggas
In a head niggas
No skills, pill popping in the head niggas
Never there niggas
With the fed niggas
In the jail, outta jail, wishing well niggas
Fuckin’ wish you well nigga
You ain’t fukin with me
The shit smooth you cud if fuckin’ call it butter to me
A bucket to me
Rappin is like dunkin’ to me
I had to work to get it, now it’s fuckin’ nothing to me
Yaah
California baby, haha, thank you for having me man
Just graduated college, moved out to here
We done with hoops, we done with school
Shout out to my nigga 2pac man
