Sangtekster:
Point John

Goin' back to California So many good things around Don't wanna leave California The sun seems to never go down Some people may treat you ugly Some treat

I can't sleep the night, baby What I do? Sleep the night, baby, yeah Because of you Then I wanna tell you the truth, baby Thinking of you, baby That'

May seem peculiar How I think of you If you want me, darlin' Here's what you must do You gotta give me 'Cause I can't give the best Unless I got room

On a warm summer night in Arizona Saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad On a warm summer night in Arizona I saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad But I got

I call her on the telephone But she is hardly ever home I know she?s gotten a lovin? man And so I see her when I can Roxanne will always be my friend

lay beneath the ground soon Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my ammunition hollow-point

.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth

after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. Ain't no sound, just the demons screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point

booth, bitch, read it in blood It's Face at you, freezin' motherfuckers like a statue I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning