PMV - Number Eleven

A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness

The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest

Like a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex

We in that sunshine state where the barman's him be

The state where you never find a dance floor empty

And Pimp's feet on a mission for them greens

Lean mean money making machines serving fiends

I've been in the game for ten years making rap tunes

Ever since Honey was wearing Sassoon

Now it's 95 and they clock me and watch me diamond shining

Looking like I'm Rob Liberace

It's all good from Diego to the Bay

Your city is the bomb if your city making pain

******** a finger if you feel the same way

Straight putting it down for California

California, the club's at 40

California

Yeah, now make it straight, come on

Out of jail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin'

Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin' Hootsie screamin'

Feigning for money and ******* for life of a Westside player with Calis die

And it's long ball, only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die

In LA we wearin' chucks, not ballets

Yeah, that's right, come on

Trustin' lopes in khaki suits and wide, it's what we do

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