Video Woke Up W Toure by Aaron Temple Letras

Aaron Temple - Woke Up W Toure Lyrics

Woke up this morning
Weed an breakfast on my mind
Vaporize an find myself a peach
I'm from California where

Peaches grown on beaches and
Marijuana legal and shirt gone, sexy on
Like a mothafucka coming from
Under the shade in the place where we lamp

By the bar with the stars
No sand on my sneaks so I park my car on the beach
Keys, valet please while I valet my thing inside of Valerie
She got a love jones I am a Jones

That's Southside on my mama's sidе
MISS I-S-S-I to the P-P-I , landing in the O-A-K
Wherе they say that we go, hoes love pimp cause we Too $hort
I stick by my statement

Not even Doc Venkman can stop the ghost in the whip
It's out of control Since the Coachella show
So holla at 2Pacalypse ridin proper in the Impala chick
Shonuff, I'm zonin, met her at Pier 39
Walkin tall, prints on Ocean Beach
And I'll go, way down south where the palm trees sprout
Girls talk sweet but they actin out with they assets out, ow
Boardwalk, boarding

These vans not jordans
Comin from the land of the brickhouse boarded
A dollar with a plan and a ticket to the ocean
PCH coastin

Now im on the sand and my hand on a fortune
I had a Cadillac and the lac barely started
Now I don't use keys when I enter my apartment
But now we on Pacific Ave I got the gift of gab

Na na na nah na nah these niggas talkin
Sippin quavo in the process
With different flavors I be coughing
A billion women in a mosh pit

Hood bitches, hipsters, Moraccans
My homie told me to watch it
This type of lifestyle get toxic, I know
Woke up this morning
Weed & breakfast on my mind
Vaporize & find myself a peach
I'm from California where
Peaches grown on beaches and

Marijuana legal and
Shirt gone, sexy on