Golden State Of Mind Lyrics - Dom Kennedy

Golden State of MindFashawn 

I still hit the swap meet to get some socks cheap 

Kids playing hopscotch where they cock heat 

Do a figure eight, let the tire screech 

In the 559 tryna find a beach 

Young efé, young jefé 

Half black, half esé 

To the norteno's, to the trece's 

Blue rag, red rag, all sets, hey 

Can't be no punk 

In the back yard boogie with the double dutch jump 

To a old time freak playing humpty hump 

In Pomona, Suga Free, LBC, G-Funk 

In the F grizzly's where they throw them G's up 

Hair all permed looking like Jesus 

Not yet what I'm destined to become 

Know exactly where to go if I'm ever on the run 

Golden state of mind 

The only state that I can call mine 

See they keep makin' it 

And they keep takin' this 

Golden state of mind 

(Gold state of mind) 

Everybody love the sunshine 

But it ain't all palm trees and women 

Indeed we livin' in the 

Golden state of mind 

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We meet up at the cemetery just to stay in touch 

Visiting loved ones cause we miss 'em so much 

And how you love that, the progress is obvious 

That's why girls see the Huarache's and wanna body us 

Never heard Uptown Anthem, but she the naughtiest 

It's like God gave us our own land to grow 

Marijuana plants and sweet potatoes you know 

Some corn for tortillas and blank campus Adidas 

And a little bit of time to enjoy what's left 

A train on Crenshaw huh, what's next? 

Been weighing in the plants though 

So I'mma spend 750 on a house in View Park, fuck a Lambo 

This guns and there's butter get yo' ammo 

Bandanna's like Rambo 

Cause Cali's gon' stand strong 

From Bobby Seale and Eldridge Cleaver 

To Dom Kennedy and Fashawn 

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Yeah, no place like home 

A OG say these California streets ain't paved for gold 

Dayton's and Vouges only way you can roll 

Say a prayer young nigga, try and save your soul 

Soldiers die everyday, swear nobody is safe 

When killers migrate just to live and die in L.A 

(Big city of dreams) 

L.A, learn how to hold your weight living in the golden state 

Get 25 or the L for unloading the 8 

Come and pay us a visit, Coast of the Pacific 

Just to be specific, loads of pretty bitches 

In addition to the CHP 

Roll a eighth, hit the bay, bump some E-A-Ski 

And send a R.I.P to Mac D-R-E 

Real recognize real, we don't need I.D 

And if it wasn't for the west you wouldn't need a vest 

For your Jimmy in the city of sex, once again it's the F