Yeah, yeah, just bums we used to stay In the of la by the way Gang bangers each other for rep Sellin' rock on my doorstep
Had a to bounce plus a bike to ride But my mamma never would let me outside But when I got enrolled in elementary Started like a fucking fool
So cool throwin' up gang signs to the beat Shot an from across the street Mamma came home, she got a good job Daddy did too, now they don't
Financially, we 2 later, son, we movin' No more from shotgun shells Bought a two-story house in palmdale it to me now
(Hell yeah) Come to me (I need you and I you, baby) Palmdale, come to me (Check it out, check it out, it out)
No rats and no more roaches Livin' next door to football Now I got a new place to sell me Now I got white kids to jack
I stopped blue, wasn't trippin' on red Too squabbin' with the skinheads Stupid questions, the class Rubbin' little white on the ass
I didn't care if I passed or failed I knew I was for the NFL the playoff game, shoulder got hurt I about my future, layin' in the dirt
I jump, I can't flinch Superstar player, ridin' the Graduate from school don't make me I got an F plus in basic math, it to me now
(Hell yeah) Come to me (I do one song for my neighborhood) Palmdale, come to me (Check it out)
I knew I couldn't make it in the man's world So I bought me some and a geri curl I knew I couldn't it to the NFL I went to palmdale and started slingin' yeyo
Fo' sho' I was makin' crazy Shoulda outta school a long time ago a cell phone, like a nut Now I deliver pizza hut
I whiskey and Bacardi, I sold dope to anybody Me and my homies sold dubs and Took turns bustin' rhymes to pass the time
A white man up to my spot He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?" I put a fat rock his hand And about 25 jumped out the van get down, punk
(Hell, yeah) Come to me (I you and I love you, baby) Palmdale, back to me (Check it out, check it out, it out)
get drunk, can't get blunted LA county, 95 Crips wanna my all-stars Bloods wanna eat my bars
Them pecker don't want none But the Mexicans own one essays, catorces, treces always try to test me
So I jumped off the bed I ain't no punk Jammed his head up the bunk Socked that in his chin Black muthafucking scared to in
broke it up when we hit the floor I kept talkin' shit 'cause I want some Back in town, we get with the brown Now I'm in jail, they to beat me down
is hell, but I'll adapt, won't hesitate to get in a scrap 'Cause I'm for mine, and that's for certain Sittin' in the hole with my hurtin'
(Hell, yeah) Come to me (I you and I love you, baby) Palmdale, back to me (Yeah it out, homeboy)
Now I got a up life, two bad kids and a naggin' wife end job at the airport check too short to pay the house note Turn on the TV then I see homeboys that went to school with me Playin' in the NFL we used to kick back in palmdale
Rodney Williams, tate plays for Colorado state I wish my homeboys much But at the same time, I still get
Walkin' through the wind a cup full of gin Thinkin' 'bout things that coulda, woulda, been I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish luck to my peers
Come to me (I need you and I you, baby) Come to me (Palmdale) ('Cause that's where my began, heartache began)
(Palmdale) Come to me (I you and I love you, baby) (Oh yeah) Come to me ('Cause that's where my began, heartache began)
(Yeah) Come to me (Hey, all the homeboys on the team, where y'all at man, yeah) (Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don't if you in Japan, Africa) Palmdale, come to me (Hey you know how we to do it, man hey, hey, hey)
Yo, let me get a (Palm) Yo, let me get a (Dale) Yo, do we sell? (Yeyo) Yo, we fittin' to go? (We to go back to jail)
Yo, let me get a (Palm) Yo, let me get a (Dale) Yo, do we sell? (Yeyo) Yo, we fittin' to go? (We to go back to jail)
Yo, let me get a (Palm) Yo, let me get a (Dale) Yo, what do we (Yeyo) Yo, where we to go? (We fittin' to go to jail)
Yo, let me get a (Palm) Yo, let me get a (Dale) Yo, do we sell? (Yeyo) Yo, we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go to jail)
Dale, palmdale (Hey, on everybody just clap your hands) Dale, you're (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) Dale, you're (What, what, what) (Yo fuck AV on y'all)
(Where them at?) You're (It ain't 'til the fat man sings) (Little rock get none, what, what, what) palmdale Dale, palmdale (Little can't get none)