Matt Andujo - California Days [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

California Days

[Verse 1]
1, 2, 3 Let’s go!
I’m back in Southern Californ I.A
Where we flex muscle, grind, hustle just to find our way
Cruising thru L.A.!!!
Spend cash, swipe plastic?
Harassing motherfuckers while we stuck in traffic
I’m mad lit, licorice black my vans is
Dodger fitted on my dome till I’m locked in a casket
One last hit, Burn it to a roach and just ash it
My city is immaculate just watch out for the crack and shit
Cut your wrists if you ain’t fucking with the West
I rep my city barbells till my chest feels like I never left
Cause when I’m back they always welcome me
Penthouse parties spitting brain on the balcony
Still, middle finger to everybody who doubted me
Getting brain from a model broad who watches all her calories
I’m bound to be somebody that these kids could look up to
Backroom got acute bitch going obtuse

[Hook]
Cali Nights
California Days
Fresh cut top down new Nikes
And ummm we gone live it up
Never turn it down
We gone party when?
Right now!
California what’s up?
California what’s up?
We gone party till that sun comes up
Said we gone party till that sun comes up
Then we gonna do it again!

[Verse 2]
Bumping that chronic that gin and that tonic got me feeling supersonic
Party till I vomit find a girl and get up on it
In the morning im out of there faster then we finish Belevedere
Gotta hit the studio and make that new shit you’re about to hear
Lyrical fiends splitting seams rolling up the green like big said “it was all a dream”
Now my life is looking nice- white suit Miami Vice
But I’m in L.A. eating King Taco burrito with some rice, right
Hindsight like I knew it all along they said the west coast is dead?
Well let me revive and hold on
Name another independent motherfucker this strong
You couldn’t
See me? UCLA John Wooden
I been good and I’m just trying to be unstoppable
All my homies waiting so I guess I better rapido
Two things I can’t stand- being broke and all these sloppy hoes
I talk it how I see it, Lord, please forgive all my cocky flows

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I pay homage to those prior, hit it like Mark McGuire
Been in love with hip hop since before Ye was spitting through wires
Desire it then I get it, shifting up on my digits
Remember when my bank account was smaller than tiny midgets?
Admit it, you see the positive image of living in sunny California
Where they hunt down snitches like quiddditch
And the women are so beautiful they leave head spinning
Not to mention this medicinal which leaves your ass smitten
Chuck T’s with a fitted, tank top and tube socks
I’m two blocks from the beach bumping Snoop and 2Pac
I’m too hot! literally hitting sixty up in the streets
And entertaining females who claiming that they missing me!
Living easy?
That’s an understatement. I’m living in California not giving any fornications
Hit the 5 any destination name it and we’re there
Nothing like this California air, baby baby what’s up?!

[Hook]