California Girl – Lyrics Meaning in English – Zola
The singer talks of enjoying all of the girl’s pay in the form of sexual intimacy and precious moments with the Californian girl he has been fascinated with. Had he been in a more serious relationship, he would’ve protected her hugely, says he.
Singer – Zola
Kore
Taxi 5, L1-L2
L1-L2, R1-R2, haut-bas, gauche-droite
Greek statue
Taxi 5, L1-L2
L1-L2, R1-R2, up-down, left-right
Baby, dehors, il s’passe des trucs vraiment choquants
J’sors d’une mêlée, j’croque dans mon graille, j’laisse deux chicots
J’allume mes plein phares sur les fesses de cette chica
Elle m’trouve grossier mais ma sacoche est trop chic
Le soir, j’me zombifie et j’repense à la veille
J’pense qu’à la baiser et profiter d’toute sa paye
J’étais trop die, retour de flamme
La bastos creuse, creuse, creuse dans son thorax
Baby, outside, really shocking things are happening
I come out of a melee, I bite into my grate, I leave two snags
I turn on my full headlights on the buttocks of this girl
She finds me rude but my satchel is too chic
In the evening, I turn myself into a zombie and I think back to the day before
I only think about fucking her and enjoying all her pay
I was too dead, flashback
The wands hollow, hollow, hollow in his chest
J’rentre quand ses parents sleep, tout ces bijoux d’riches
J’suis en baskets, jogging, accessoires Gucci, han
Si t’es ma meuf, t’es ma mule
Si t’es ma femme je te cache du froid comme la flamme
Si je te pousse, faut qu’tu butes
Si je te calme, c’est pas pour la meuf, c’est pour ma came
I come home when her parents are sleeping, all these rich jewels
I’m in sneakers, jogging, Gucci accessories, han
If you’re my girl, you’re my mule
If you’re my wife, I hide you from the cold like the flame
If I push you, you have to stumble
If I calm you down, it’s not for the girl, it’s for my cam
J’fume la California Kush dans le lit d’une bête de ‘tasse
Sans pitié j’enfume sa pièce et je prends tout dans son sac
Crime paie, rime paie, ville du crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, fantômes, faciès
J’fume la California Kush dans les le lit d’bête de ‘tasse
Tous les jours j’enfume la pièce et je prends tout dans son sac
Crime paie, rime paie, ville du crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, fantômes, faciès
I smoke California Kush in the bed of a beast of cup
Without pity I smoke his room and I take everything in his bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, crime city
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, ghosts, faces
I smoke California Kush in the bed of beast of ‘cup
Every day I smoke the room and I take everything in his bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, crime city
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, ghosts, faces
Baby, dehors, il s’passe des trucs vraiment choquants
J’sors d’une mêlée, j’croque dans mon graille, j’laisse deux chicots
J’allume mes plein phares sur les fesses de cette chica
Elle m’trouve grossier mais ma sacoche est trop chic
Le soir, j’me zombifie et j’repense à la veille
J’pense qu’à la baiser et profiter d’toute sa paye
J’étais trop die, retour de flamme
La bastos creuse, creuse, creuse dans son thorax
Baby, outside, really shocking things are happening
I come out of a melee, I bite into my grate, I leave two snags
I turn on my full headlights on the buttocks of this girl
She finds me rude but my satchel is too chic
In the evening, I turn myself into a zombie and I think back to the day before
I only think about fucking her and enjoying all her pay
I was too dead, flashback
The wands hollow, hollow, hollow in his chest
Trap boy, bitch, tu sais qu’on a ça
Eh les mecs, j’peux pas perdre s’ils légalisent mes prises, j’les casse
J’suis entre ses cuisses, j’pense au diamant sous mon index, sous ma caisse
Ça met la larme à l’œil quand j’vois maman en dèche donc j’viens prendre mon cash
Trap boy, bitch, you know we have that
Hey guys, I can’t lose if they legalize my catches, I break them
I’m between her thighs, I’m thinking of the diamond under my index finger, under my Cashier
It brings tears to my eyes when I see mom on the loose so I come to take my cash
J’fume la California Kush dans le lit d’une bête de ‘tasse
Sans pitié j’enfume sa pièce et je prends tout dans son sac
Crime paie, rime paie, ville du crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, fantômes, faciès
J’fume la California Kush dans les le lit d’bête de ‘tasse
Tous les jours j’enfume la pièce et je prends tout dans son sac
Crime paie, rime paie, ville du crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, fantômes, faciès
I smoke California Kush in the bed of a beast of cup
Without pity I smoke his room and I take everything in his bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, crime city
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, ghosts, faces
I smoke California Kush in the bed of beast of cup
Every day I smoke the room and I take everything in his bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, crime city
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, ghosts, faces
Baby, dehors, il s’passe des trucs vraiment choquants
J’sors d’une mêlée, j’croque dans mon graille, j’laisse deux chicots
J’allume mes plein phares sur les fesses de cette chica
Elle m’trouve grossier mais ma sacoche est trop chic
Le soir, j’me zombifie et j’repense à la veille
J’pense qu’à la baiser et profiter d’toute sa paye
J’étais trop die, retour de flamme
La bastos creuse, creuse, creuse dans son thorax
Baby, outside, really shocking things are happening
I come out of a melee, I bite into my grate, I leave two snags
I turn on my full headlights on the buttocks of this girl
She finds me rude but my satchel is too chic
In the evening, I turn myself into a zombie and I think back to the day before
I only think about fucking her and enjoying all her pay
I was too dead, flashback
The wands hollow, hollow, hollow in his chest
