[Intro: Kelly Finnigan]
Wipe your tears away (Ooh)
Please try and wipe your tears away (Prince Productions)
Wipe your tears away (Ooh)
Please try and wipe your tears away

[Verse 1]
One last switch
One last hop
One last ride through Compton
One last blunt with the Doc
And ain't no sinnin' on this drop
Fuck all them stars on the top
Subliminal or not, I scrape the serial off the clock
I got two felonies, gun chargers and selling weed
One strike from doing life, catchin' fades up on that level three
Ain't no turtle shellin' me
I represent the letter B, different pedigree
I load the clip and set it free
Pistols, missiles aimed at your gristle
Your baby mama with me, she don't need the tissue
Your n***as, they don't want no issues
I seen hella n***as die from the type of shit I live through
Cemetery tributes, doves and shit
Summertime shootouts, duck them slugs and dip
I grew up around essays, bloods and crips
Aftermath, yeah, I California love this shit
[Bridge]
We did the impossible, now we unstoppable
This for the Pac in you
This for the Doc in you
Ain't a n***a alive that can tell me what I can do
Ain't nothing stoppin' you from doing this shit we prolly do
We might just back-to-back Bentley's when we roll up
We might drag race by the precinct and do some donuts
We might play chicken with yachts, and fuck em' both up
Show you a million close-up but when the W's go up-

[Chorus]
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, get your motherfuckin' hands up
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees-

[Verse 2]
N***as know when I step inside this motherfucker
Glock on my hip, don't make me exercise this motherfucker
Pandemic is over, we back outside, no mask
I know you recognize me motherfucker
Got your life in my hands
Don't make me jeopardize this motherfucker
Your cup have runneth over
Bring a n***a closer to God, use the Bible as a silencer and quote the Quran
You think I'm slippin'?
Cause these bitches with me, both of them armed
And they shooters, word to the automores on both of my arms
I see them snakes in the grass, I get to mowin' the lawn
And let the spirit of my ops buy a ghost for my mom
And they gon' cherish this
It's in my blood, it's in my heritage
And we don't snitch n***a, not even to our therapist
[Bridge]
We did the impossible, now we unstoppable
This for the Pac in you
This for the Doc in you
Ain't a n***a alive that can tell me what I can do
Ain't nothing stoppin' you from doing this shit we prolly do
We might just back-to-back Bentley's when we roll up
We might drag race by the precinct and do some donuts
We might play chicken with yachts, and fuck em' both up
Show you a million close-up but when the W's go up-

[Chorus]
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, get your motherfuckin' hands up
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees, gun smoke
Palm trees