Bad Side of Cali - Lil Zay Osama

Just the other day we had a normal conversation Now we fighting and he telling me he hates me Telling me I'm nothing I just want to love him Hate it when we fighting and cursing all in the driveway Now we ain't been talking from Sunday Monday to Friday I think I should hit you But talking is not an option Talking is not an option Goddamn, I'm missing your phone calls Your body up under mine When it's cold as the wintertime You treated me wrong, and I treated you foul But I ain't gon' try to act like I'm over you now Talking to myself, want to know just how you felt Are you lonely while I'm gone Or did you meet somebody else? Is she taking care of you? Can't believe we're really through If you're ever feeling lonely Then you know just what to do Blow me up (Oh now, baby) Blow me up (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh) You been on my bad side But I ain't gon' act like I don't want you here with me You get on my last nerve But I ain't gon' say a word 'Cause I want you here with me (Baby) You been on my bad side But I ain't gon' act like I don't want you here with me You get on my last nerve But I ain't gon' say a word 'Cause I want you here with me (Baby) Blow me up Blow me up Just the other day you was saying this was forever Now you out here searching And looking for someone better Tryna make it even, uh Giving me that silent treatment Now I'm having questions I'm thinking, why wouldn't you answer? I want to know what's up but it's probably too much to handle I think I should hit you But talking is not an option no more Goddamn, I'm missing your FaceTime Your body up under mine When you holding me while I grind You treated me bad and I treated you wild But I'm not gon' try to act like I'm over you now Talking to myself I don't know what else to say Me and you was super tight And now it's like we night and day Is she taking care of things? Do you call her by my name? If you ever need somebody Yeah, my number's still the same Blow me up Yeah, yeah, yeah Blow me up Yeah, yeah You been on my bad side But I ain't gon' act like I don't want you here with me You get on my last nerve But I ain't gon' say a word 'Cause I want you here with me (Baby) You been on my bad side But I ain't gon' act like I don't want you here with me You get on my last nerve But I ain't gon' say a word 'Cause I want you here with me (Baby) DeShawn DeShawn, I been callin' you You ain't been at home in motherfuckin' four days, G I'm at home with your motherfuckin' baby You act like you ain't got no motherfuckin' family Like this shit for real? This what we do? You foul as fuck If them bitches mean that much Don't come to my motherfuckin' house Don't come at all Like why the fuck do I have to leave two fucking messages On your motherfucking phone like I'm some regular ass bitch? Like you don't know what the fuck it is? Stop fucking playing with me Call me the fuck back Or I'ma let you know what the fuck it is All I'm saying, if I don't hear from your motherfuckin' ass Nigga, fuck you Fuck you, DeShawn, fuck you I shouldn't have to be blowing up your motherfuckin' phone

JTK) (They got Wooskii on the mix) Ayy, ayy, got so much pain in my heart Tryna find peace, every day, it get hard Lil Dre got killed, put a stain in my heart I saw his brain on the ground, I remain in a war Every day, I'm gripping on a pole when I ride Pull out when I'm walking 'cause I feel like someone behind me Cousin stole a pole, everybody gettin' grimy Don't know who to trust, even my bitch look slimy Peekin' out my window in the middle of the night Pray to Lord they don't book me or kill me for that night If you a real nigga, gotta feel me, I try I try, I try To get revenge on any nigga that hurt my family And any jam that I'm in, I was taught don't panic My soul hurt Lost too many of my niggas that ain't never coming back Lord, why they had to go first? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh My soul hurt Felt so much pain in my heart you ain't Never felt, now my soul hurt, hurt, hey Baby mama hopin' that I die My homies wanna kill me, I been feelin' the vibe They tryna shoot up my car, can't let 'em know what I ride Can't hop out 'cause I ain't loco, I paid them to go inside Pullin' up to my shows, they uppin' phones for pictures I'm nervous in my city, I'm up here thinkin' they grippin' Fighting anxiety, sippin' the Henny for the healin' Jay Dot got shot and he died inside the buildin' I can't wait 'til all this pain is over 'Cause I got too much weight on my shoulders Granddaddy on drugs, hopin' he don't dose over Too much on my mind, I don't get time to focus, uh Too much on my mind, I don't get time to focus, uh (I lost too many dead members) My soul hurt Lost too many of my niggas that ain't never coming back Lord, why they had to go first? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh My soul hurt Felt so much pain in my heart you Ain't never felt, now my soul hurt, hurt

Fatman productions They gon talk behind your back you gotta be cool with that You got blicks & they got sticks what you gonna do with that You got sides and they got the sides what you gonna choose with that If you ain't right in your mind you're gone lose with that If you gone war if your gone war if your gone war wherever Might as well go to war together Bullets ain't got no names on em So I'll make sure them shooters that you got got aim on em When it go down don't put the blame on them you was involved Sometimes you gotta look the other way for shit to resolve These niggas say remember me no I don't recall Niggas say they wouldn't change then seen em evolve Gotta change my number I don't know you at all You ain't talking money then that shit a prank call Niggas ask for features when they tryna take sauce Now I know what it is How you get like that Cosha how did you get like that? How did you get rich like that boy how you get a bitch like that? How you score like that and how the fuck you bust a lick like that? You just scored on him last week so you gotta get his lick back Yahhh yah I live how I'm living Cause I handle business Kill em all no witness From this point we winning Flip that shit like gymnast Work it out like fitness If you gone war if your gone war if your gone war wherever Might as well go to war together Bullets ain't got no names on em So I'll make sure them shooters that you got got aim on em When it go down don't put the blame on them you was involved Sometimes you gotta look the other way for shit to resolve These niggas say remember me no I don't recall Niggas say they wouldn't change then seen em evolve Yeah, your homie got smoke the city say I'm involved Feds knock me for a hommy I don't know none at all Yeah, how to recall I got them killers involved watch what u say in your vlog I got them killer trailing my fiska I did shit to these niggas I kill shit for my niggas And yeah they did shoot up my sprinter I got my niggas in mode We gon get em for sho Don't get caught leavin' the store Don't let no bitch steer you wrong I get caught leavin' my show them blocks don't leave me alone On alert with my brothas we gon meet up at home yeah oh If you want war we give em war we give em war We ain't on tour we on the 4 we on the 4 If you gone war if your gone war if your gone war wherever Might as well go to war together Bullets ain't got no names on em So I'll make sure them shooters that you got got aim on em When it go down don't put the blame on them you was involved Sometimes you gotta look the other way for shit to resolve These niggas say remember me no I don't recall Niggas say they wouldn't change then seen em evolve

Hahaha Fross(It's Great John beats, baby) Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Huh, look Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips (yeah) Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (Grrt, baow) Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Suckin' dick It's the only way she know how to use her lips Bag life If she actin' up, she get that act right (huh) Fast cars Should be keepin' up with my fast life (skrrt) Gang shit Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang shit (yeah) Range bitch Let that nigga run, know my aim lit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, brodie split his shit Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, know we killin' shit (Fo'nem, fo'nem droppin' shit, nigga) Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, brodie split his shit (gang) Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (gang, gang, gang, ayy) Where I'm from these shorties catch a murder, 'fore they get a bag Here we post the opps, lil' fo'nem call me, I say, "Kill his ass" Then he get caught with a opp, smoke him, Shouldn't've been with his ass Catch a nigga lost for drillin' with it, or without a mask Spin a opp shit back to back Switches, fifties, catchin' tracks I got Will, ain't gettin' him back Fo'nem took your pole, nigga, you ain't gettin' it back I can't wife a ho, she doin' gang and 'em Lil' deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same 'nem Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fucked his main bitch And all of my opps some goofies (Fuck you and your gang bitch) Yeah, you tweakin' bro Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho Bitches, yeah, they love me like I'm cupid, they some freaky hoes We don't do no fightin', we be shootin', we deletin' Blow that trigger when I'm squeezin' All these bullets stop that breathin' though (up it) We don't keep the score (uh, uh) We just keep on scorin' 'til there ain't no more (bitch) White chalk on the floor I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (bitch) Ruger clips Talkin' out your mouth, you know we boomin' shit (yeah) Who is this? He ain't from my sides, yeah, we poof his shit (yeah, yeah) Shootin' shit All my niggas up it like we hoopin', bitch (ha) You ain't tryna fuck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris Triflin', and you know I fucked that bitch and now you wifin' it That's the same pussy you be lickin', and I'm pipin' it Fuckin' hoes We be fuck buddies, never wifin' it And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin' it Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit