Woke Up

Woke up this morning Weed an breakfast on my mind Vaporize an find myself a peach I'm from California where Peaches grown on beaches and Marijuana legal and shirt gone, sexy on Like a mothafucka coming from under the shade In the place where we lamp by the bar with the stars No sand on my sneaks so I park my car on the beach Keys, valet please while I valet my thing inside of Valerie She got a love jones I am a Jones That's Southside on my mama's side MISS I-S-S-I to the P-P-I, landing in the O-A-K Where they say that we go Hoes love pimp cause we Too Short I stick by my statement Not even Doc Venkman can stop the ghost in the whip It's out of control since the Coachella show So holla at 2Pacalypse ridin proper in the Impala chick Shonuff, I'm zonin, met her at Pier 39 Walkin tall, prints on Ocean Beach And I'll go, way down south where the palm trees sprout Girls talk sweet but they actin out with they assets out, ow Boardwalk, boarding These Vans not Jordan's Comin from the land of the brickhouse boarded A dollar with a plan and a ticket to the ocean PCH coastin Now im on the sand and my hand on a fortune I had a Cadillac and the lac barely started Now I don't use keys when I enter my apartment But now we on Pacific Ave I got the gift of gab Na na na nah na nah these niggas talkin Sippin quavo in the process With different flavors I be coughing A billion women in a mosh pit Hood bitches, Hipsters, Moroccans My homie told me to watch it This type of lifestyle get toxic, I know Woke up this morning Weed an breakfast on my mind Vaporize an find myself a peach I'm from California where Peaches grown on beaches and Marijuana legal and shirt gone, sexy on