Number 7

Daddy Grew up a West Coaster
Babies gonna be one too
Got my black dickies from the b and I
And ask the big homies o stay true
See I'm gonna live how I want to
And I suggest you do to
Don't pay no mind nobody's watchin
Just chill out and be cool

Go to the store and grab a blunt though
Dro smoke initiate the console
Meditate organize the counsel
Illuminate and make your bodies bounce yo
Free minds the only thing that counts though
Anything else is just uncivilized
Realize past the tassles
I make moves while you hassle
About a job nobody owes you
You don't even know you

Daddy Grew up a West Coast



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