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 sidе
MISS I-S-S-I to the P-P-I , landing in the O-A-K
Wherе they say that we go, hoes love pimp cause we Too $hort
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 jordans
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 n***as talkin
Sippin quavo in the process
With different flavors I be coughing
A billion women in a mosh pit


Hood bitches, hipsters, Moraccans
My homie told me to watch it
This type of lifestyle get toxic, I know
Woke up this morning

Weed & breakfast on my mind
Vaporize & find myself a peach
I'm from California where
Peaches grown on beaches and


Marijuana legal and
Shirt gone, sexy on