Lyrics:
Girl From Mill Valley

(hopkins) [instrumental]

like i know she will shut the fuck up, Introduce color the soda and i said yall need to hook up, I pimp that white girl like a mother fuckin hooker,

Inspector Mills I'd like to tell you 'bout a girl I saw At a party just the other night in Beverly Hills Inspector Mills I hope you find her and it

hear the sound I can barely stand still It's a thing I can't quite make out sometimes but it seems to keep getting louder- One more body from the valley

Send my fond regards to Lonelyville I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill O I'll grow hale on seawater a son on the honey milk and leave

don't smoke on dope I'm just a fiend who get em off by the quotes Fuck a rap star, I'm far from rich Even if I sell a mill I still'll flip These qualudes

your girl, you won't find her Telling me to chill, I don't really have the time to Ohhh where your girl from? Uh, Japan or China And I'm Just [Hook]