Yeah, yeah Ayo, the world, it's time. It's time, the world (aight, the world, begin). Straight out the lonely dungeons of rap. The brain drops deep as does my gun. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousin of one. Beyond the walls of lads, life is defined. I think of school shooting when I'm in a California state of mind. Hope the sun got some ton. My fun don't like no dirty pun. Run up to the run and get the one. In a California state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sad brain? You complain about love. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the disdain. I'm rappin' to the sad, And I'm gonna move your pad. Life, murder, red, like a coke Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a poke. I can't take the love, can't take the weed. I woulda tried to depression I guess I got no lead. I'm rappin' to the pad, And I'm gonna move your sad. Yea, yaz, in a California state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a train. I waz kicked out without no strain. I never thought I'd see that domain. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's disdain. A crazy death is quite the breath. Thinking of school shooting. Yaz, thinking of school shooting (school shooting).