Anthemic song about the California party scene
Stoneman wrote, produced and performed everything on this recording.
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Recently I went home to hang out with my OG's and was inspired to write this song.
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Get back cause I’m about flow, so real and everybody knows, that Stoneman ain’t your average guy. Rep’n the sounds of LA and you can’t deny. One love one hood one state one dream, one beat for my people as I play and sing. We live for the struggle each and everyday, we laugh we cry and we alway’s pray.
There is nothing that we can’t damn do, if we believe and you know thats true. Homeboy yeah Black I’m talking to you so stop and listen cause I speak the truth. On the real y’all, yes yes y’all together we stand and divided we fall. All hands up when I’m talking to y’all. IMP in unity keeping indie artists free
When I sing all hands go up, when I play all hands go up. When I flow all hands go up, all hands up all hands
We bout to bust and don’t care about who it offends. Don’t care about the rude people who live out here.
This is the jam we been waiting for someone to write, a jam about the cool California nights.
We living for the real, and doing what we feel. Those California nights to party are ideal. We got the summer breeze and smoke those cali trees. We get it started and don’t end it till its after 3:00
When I sing all hands go up, when I play all hands go up. When I flow all hands go up, all hands up all hands
This is our night and we don’t have the time to mess around the party’s bout to start and its going down. When we get hype every hand in the joints in the air waving around like we don’t care
We living for the real, and doing what we feel. Those California nights to party are ideal. We got the summer breeze and smoke those cali trees. We get it started and don’t end it till its after 3:00
When I sing all hands go up, when I play all hands go up. When I flow all hands go up, all hands up all hands
Ten dimes for the after party and we shine better ask somebody
Cause the California sun don’t play and mother fuckas die each and every day. From the streets of South Central to the motha fuck’n bay. G’d up bleed up and ready to roll. On watch on point when the party unfolds. Big hats big gats Big dreams and cars. Big buds on tap and movie stars. Brown hills in the summer Green hills in the spring. Wide bottomed fine girls and everything. Best beaches in the world and Sunshiney days. Make a motherfucka dance when the music plays. Hip-Hop on top we swallow the beat sometimes we rap in the ghetto streets. So hot, so real so cool so fleek
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