ya'll missin sumhtin up here
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia
ya'll misin sumthin up here
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia

they shot at ma cuzzin now we bussin our niggas till i live my life, till it ends, i may get shot, i may get blood claught in ma brain, till im insanethat was then this is nowim thinkin im in heavenhow? they ask me if i have shead a tear, i said no, i shead blood, with ma thugsdown in tha eastand tha motha fukaz in tha westif u still wanna be a thug, with ma bullet proof vesst, give a thug a shot in tha arm, sound off tha alarm, then thats wut happens in realitythen i got shot

ya'll missin sumhtin up here
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia
ya'll misin sumthin up here
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia

i miss tha good ol' days wit nwa and ma niggas in the hood with ma 9mm pistol shootin up tha niggaz with a 5 dollar bill in there hand, i killed my own fanmy nigga, chapman, got shot in tha chest, he was not the best, he worshiped me, he got it good, if only i was in my hoodjust kuz i cant provide the right shit fo my motha, i got a shit for a life, in heaven, its scary in this shityou only get one shot at bein a true gangsta, not a mutha fukin wangsta, its time to start makin sum motha fukin changes arund this shitthen you get shot

ya'll missin sumhtin up here
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia
ya'll misin sumthin up here
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia

yeashootin up that mother fuker, got that shit
yea, like the good old days