Woke Up (Single Version) Lyrics

Woke up, this morning

Weed and breakfast on my mind

Vaporize and find myself a peach

I'm from California where

Peaches grown on beaches and

Marijuana legal and

Shirt gone, sexy on

Like a mothafucka

Coming from under the

Shade in the place where we lamp

By the bar with the stars

No sand on my sneaks

So I park my car on the beach

Keys, valet please

While I valet my thing inside of Valerie

She got a love jones

I am a Jones

That's Southside on my mama's side

MISS I-S-S-I to the P-P-I , landing in the O-A-K

Where they say that we go, hoes love pimp cause we Too Short

I stick by my statement

Not even Doc Venkman can stop the ghost in the whip

It's out of control

Since the Coachella show

So holla at 2Pacalypse

Ridin proper in the Impala chick

Shonuff, I'm zonin, met her at Pier 39

Walkin tall, prints on Ocean Beach

And I'll go, way down south where the palm trees sprout

Girls talk sweet but they actin out with they assets out, ow

Boardwalk

Boarding

These vans not jordans

Comin from the land of the brickhouse boarded

A dollar with a plan and a ticket to the ocean

PCH coastin

Now im on the sand and my hand on a fortune

I had a Cadillac and the lac barely started

Now I don't use keys when I enter my apartment

But now we on Pacific ave

I got the gift of gab

Na na na nah na nah these niggas talkin

Sippin quavo in the process

With different flavors I be coughing

A Billion women in a moshpit

Hood bitches, hipsters, Moraccans

My homie told me to watch it

This type of lifestyle get toxic

I know

Woke up, this morning

Weed and breakfast on my mind

Vaporize and find myself a peach

I'm from California where

Peaches grown on beaches and

Marijuana legal and

Shirt gone, sexy on