| Maybe I’m crazy, she could do no wrong
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| How could you blame me?
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| Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah
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| Crazy, but she could do no wrong
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| But how could you blame me?
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| Have you ever been to Cali? |
| Yeah
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| I wrote the smog a love letter, told her don’t forget me
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| I learn to love you better once I get the liquor in me
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| Loyalty can be tricky
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| Earthquakes and gang bangs couldn’t shake me
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| Down at Poly High posted with Polynesians
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| What up, uce?
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| They probably lookin' for a reason to make your job loose
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| Just tellin' ya’ll truth, admitting I’m co-dependent
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| Defending the same streets that got my uncle life ended
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| On the corner for weeks
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| You like «It's dirty and it stinks, but it’s mine for the keeps»
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| And chasing my calling, it keeps me long gone
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| I let the palm trees welcome me home, it’s southern Cali yo
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| Maybe I’m crazy, she could do no wrong
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| But how could you blame me?
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| Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah
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| Crazy, she could do no wrong
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| But how could you blame me?
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| Have you ever been to Cali? |
| Yeah
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| I wrote the smog a love letter, told her don’t forget me
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| I learn to love you better when that Fatburger in me
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| And raising my two daughters in a region that don’t got water
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| But bordered by an ocean
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| Rush hour all day, a little joke we play
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| Infinite grid lock man, how you call that a freeway?
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| L.A. got me making excuses for her
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| Yeah, she got issues but you don’t know what we been through
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| Three riots, crack attack, Pachuco vatos
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| But you can’t stay mad after having a King Taco
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| What is it with you? |
| I tried, I can’t quit you
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| I leave, I just miss you, I’m the only one that gets you
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| Maybe I’m crazy, but she could do no wrong
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| But how could you blame me?
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| Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah
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| Crazy, she could do no wrong
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| But how could you blame me?
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| Have you ever been to Cali? |
| Yeah
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| Circle back round eleven to grab that work stash
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| In the bush off the on-ramp
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| 405 and Atlantic, don’t panic
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| Lemme warn transplants between cost of living and traffic
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| You should stay put if you ain’t tryna learn Spanish
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| It’s real deal, it’s real ill, it’s real love
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| It’s illogical, them cold streets got no chill
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| Can’t explain it, you gotta be built for it
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| Hollywood crush dreams, be ready to kill for it
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| Good Lord, the blocks between Slauson and Florence
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| Turn your future into urns, get burned like Fish Laurence
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| And one time for the west coasters
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| Love from Vallejo all the way down to Diego
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| Low rider, scraper bike, beach cruiser, dragon cruise
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| Dogtown mayors be skating in empty pools
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| Me I’m down in Long Beach, but grew up off the 10 East
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| Overcrowded, overpriced, and I don’t even think twice
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| Maybe I’m crazy, but she could do no wrong
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| But how could you blame me?
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| Yeah, that’s my baby, yeah
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| Crazy, she could do no wrong
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| But how could you blame me?
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| Have you ever been to Cali? |
| Yeah |