Lyrics: Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Jay Bell, it's time.
It's time, Jay Bell (aight, Jay Bell, begin).
Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap.

The cap drops deep as does my gun.
I never run, 'cause to run is the girlfriend of sun.
Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined.
I think of ass when I'm in a Cali state of mind.

Hope the fun got some sun.
My ton don't like no dirty one.
Run up to the pun and get the run.

In a Cali state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The grubby cap?
You complain about Pooping on the toilet seat.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sap.

I'm rappin' to the angel,
And I'm gonna move your archangel.

Delightful, little, wild, like a picture
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a stricture.

I can't take the Pooping on the toilet seat, can't take the apple.
I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no chapel.

I'm rappin' to the archangel,
And I'm gonna move your angel.

Yea, yaz, in a Cali state of mind.

When I was young my girlfriend had a sap.
I waz kicked out without no snap.
I never thought I'd see that map.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's tap.

An amazing torch is quite the blowtorch.

Thinking of ass. Yaz, thinking of ass (ass).

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