Cali Life Style, T-Dre, Delux - Lost

Cali Life style - рэп-дуэт, образованный в 1992 году в Санта-Марии, Калифорния. Дуэт состоял из рэпера T-dre (Терри Фанк) и Delux, а также продюсера Dj Dominator (Алекс Домингес). Cali Life Style подписали контракт с новым андеграундным лейблом Familia Records в 1993 году как группа, представляющая молодежь андерграунд чикано рэпа в Южной Калифорнии. Они известны своим активным участием в зарождении эры Сурено рэпа. [Verse 1: T-Dre] I’m just coasting, drop the top and roll straight . 805, it’s the gold state Ain’t no place that I’d rather be Than the 1 3 C I got love for the place they raised me Even though times get a lil’ crazy So I gotta give love back Either gang bang, slang, or pull a mothafuckin’ jack It’s all good cos I’m driving nice cars Pretty soon 25 to life spent behind bars A wicked sly’s life, cause I’m a son of a gun I’m only 19, but would I live to see 21? A loco mothafucka so you better step back Try to pull the jack,I’ll feed you bullets for a fucking snack Pero orita cause I’m puffin from Leno Coming from T-Dre, por vida loco Sureños [Verse 2: Deluxe] Two locs matching deep in my city One time acting up just because I’m rolling clean in a Chevy Dark skin Mexican, standing 5’4 Put the pedal to the floor, hear my glass backs roll Hit the the corner with the passion on my way to the market T-Dre, shotgun with a blunt, ready to spark it 10:30 in the morning but I don’t care Hit the switch, lock it up, chronic smoke in the air Hard glare with my locs on, ready to make some hits Ready to make some grip with my dope ass lyrics Stacking up my pay fool like regular And just then my homie Bones hits me up on my cellular Feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass So I hook it on up as I cruise down the overpass Hit the stuff, filling on my cup to the rim All the while feeling chill from the bud so I grin [Chorus] When I get lost, feel I’ve been crossed She will be my salvation When I get lost, feel I’ve been crossed She will be my salvation [Verse 3: T-Dre] Now let me introduce the G’s, the ’s Let met get my self bombed as I’m gliding through the breeze Keep on mashing as the tracks keep dropping Ain’t no stopping when I’m up and hopping Drop the ride to the side causing havoc with my homies, blowing indo smoke Dipped and brued the oldies every day and my life is getting better and better Blaze n blaze it in the morning and I’m down for whatever Deluxe pick me up about 11:32 I said I’m down to claim but what the hell we gonna do Santa Maria scooped up J-bird, Ray Ray, and the I got my cousin buzzing in the back Chronic smoke hot box full on contact Now it’s time to roll to the pot hole and spark another bowl Let another rag time foe on the 3 times go Now where we go from here keep on mashing through the central coast atmosphere For the things that I do I know I’m gonna pay the cost For the reason why I’m gone, for the reason why I’m lost [Verse 4: Deluxe] Living week by week, living day by day Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame But I’m lost in the system not made for me So I’m suppose to break rocks straight go for my G, 19 With a Mexicano laying throwing up on my colors red, white, to the green Always looking out just in case fools jump Time to handle shit and break em’ off real quick Take a look around you fool, then take a close look Cause all the shit I see, I draw it down in my rhyme book My homies dropping off like flies in ninety-five The one’s that survive, are taking steel cage bus rides But for me I ain’t sucka-free Cause punks is trying to gang, C-L-S We see it coming straight from the get go We ran our own undercover gang though, fools didn’t even know That we was real to the heart see Being true to the game that’s how it is in the Holding on to my dreams make it to the top But I’m stuck paying cost fucked up cus a whole lost... [Outro Dialogue:] Yeah, special shouts goes out to my homies that was down from the get go Like my homie Cuz, wassup dawg Yeah, wassup to my homie J-bird Yeah Ray Ray kicking know what I’m saying Yeah I gotta say wassup to my homie Bonez Yeah sparked off straight cruising from the l que, que no Yeah wassup Crazy Joseph Yeah Cuevo keep pounding loc Yeah wassup S.D. yeah my homie loc Yeah D.J. Bishop, keep spinnin ’em homies straight from the . Southern California Mexican Invasion yeah When I get lost, when I get lost .... When I get lost, lost, lost, lost, lost