Mrs. California

[J-Diggs] I gots this saucy lil' tender Baby bad to the bone Disrespect lil' mama best to know it be on I go hard for baby girl I can't help but to dig her A lil' jealous cause I know she got more than one nigga The way I figure its cool if you're treatin' her right You best be suckin' her, fuckin' her, and eatin' her right You want the truth I done bust shots for baby before For niggas neglectin' and disrespectin' my ho "Hell no! You lost your mind? Is y'all crazy?" This is my bitch, I love her, and she havin' my babies We been together since the top When I was jockin' the corners Was only 10 when I met my lil' friend California Stumbled up one her when I was like ridin' my bike Come to find out, Cali gets live at night She hang wit Bay boys And bangers called Crips and Bloods She taught me how to hustle sellin' dimes and dubs We made love on the daily I was payin' her dues Cali taught me the game But Cali changed the rules Confused, I never knew better Used to sweat her for cheddar She seduced me, and used me, from the day that I met her She had me body guardin' And I'm jump-startin', and I'm drive bying' and dischargin' High speed chasin', false statements to the sergeant I was so young and so dumb The time, had no funds But fuckin' wit young Cali I got more dope and more guns Put me on her turf and made me hustle for her trap money Whispered in my ear "If you do good I'll give you rap money" Sat me down one night so she can whip me wit some game Gave me pen and pad, equipped me wit some slang Told me that I'd write about the life that she had laid out Keep her name alive And make sure she never played out Represent that place where we met on that Cali corner Let the world know I got a thang for Mrs. California