Sleepless In California 2 lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Roc$tedy]
The golden child, handle sh*t animal style
In and out, drive thru, with a blunt in my mouth
I’m straight chiefing, no sleeping, just some young n*ggas eating
Where the sun steady beaming, CA be the reason

[Trizz]
n*gga I’m never sleeping, you barely tell if I’m blinking
Pull up on him while he’s sleeping
Wake him up and f*cking beat him
California home invasion, b*tch it’s killing season
This is the southern region where marijuana be stinking

[Roc$tedy]
Yo, don’t lose your teeth
Maneuver through the streets with a b*tch from Laguna beach
Who that wouldn’t approve of me
Who could it be, that n*gga Roc$tedy laced with axes and machetes
Slice the guts up out your belly

[Trizz]
My n*gga I hope they ready cause sh*t’s about to get deadly
Southern Cali, tommys, [?]
Dare you to try to catch me, I’m bringing it raw like Eddie
Trip over sh*t that’s petty cause n*ggas is tryna X me
Like a b*tch when she ain’t sexing

[Hook]
Are you up n*gga? You know I’m wide awake
Are you up n*gga? You know I’m wide awake
Palm trees, big dreams, and a lot of cake
A lot of money to be made n*gga andale
Are you up n*gga? You know I’m wide awake
Are you up n*gga? You know I’m wide awake
I got to live for the moment, I could die today
I got to get it how I live, Imma find a way

[Roc$tedy]
With so much drama in the LBC it’s kinda hard being all OC
From [?] to the bay, back to the IE
Keep a team full of kings like I play hockey
It’s the new shock g
Neck full of stones, house shoes on as I mob through these streets
n*gga home sweet home
Where it feel like summer all year long
And they say it never rains, well it’s bout to be a storm
Me and Trizz all that, like Keenan and Kel brought back
Or a soda with some vodka on that
It’s the top cat, tell these pussies fall back
And that’s beyond rap, stormy in your contacts
As the killer from killer Cali with killer up in baggie
I’m feeling like Michael Jackson, I’m bad as f*ck
Sitting in the 45 traffic, mad as f*ck
So next time you in the city girl, ask for us
We here

[Hook]

[Trizz]
Man let me tell em how we do this
Express it through this music
Spare a n*gga 16 bars on how we do sh*t
Hat to the black, shirt black, and my adidas
Riding with this n*gga Roc$tedy, have you seen him?
He probably on the eastside of the beach, blowing reefer
Scraping a two seater, getting head from Kathina
On his way to Compton, he hit me
Told me to meet him on the east side of the hub
Where the fans killed Keisha
Walking around here, you better carry a heater
These n*ggas ain’t f*cking playing, they working hard as the reaper
Take your b*tch and they keep her, she f*cking long as they feed her
They kill her if they don’t need her or get a b*tch to go beat her
Shout out my n*gga Frog, rest in peace to [?]
I saw my n*gga pushing a beamer and I got eager to go out
And get it cracking with this rapping, no slacking
Any song that I’m rapping will likely go out a classic

[Hook]

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