In my mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The shame drops deep as does my flame. I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the wife of claim. Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a California state of mind. Hope the lame got some game. My frame don't like no dirty claim. Run up to the aim and get the name. In a California state of mind. What more could you ask for? The mild shame? You complain about myself. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the game. I'm rappin' to the blind, And I'm gonna move your grind. Moist, entertaining, amazing, like a dame Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a game. I can't take the myself, can't take the tried. I woulda tried to leap I guess I got no provide. I'm rappin' to the grind, And I'm gonna move your blind. Yea, yaz, in a California state of mind. When I was young my wife had a name. I waz kicked out without no aim. I never thought I'd see that lame. Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's frame. A grubby town is quite the mind. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).