Welcome to California - E-A-SKI
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my ni**a ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them *s hatin from afar, can’t catch em now
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we snoop
Crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my b**ch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Couple pounds of the blue
Ivy in it, tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
*s be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J’s, closet full of J’s
Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like a Saudi in it
Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it
Don’t get too popped get your a** 2 Pac'd
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it
That’s my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many *s’ a**, sh*t we money team
Same f**k *s with they hand out
Same sad song, bring the bands out
Ni**a should be workin on they money scheme
Back to the convers, kill 'em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst
Call the mortuary, tell him *s in one hearse
‘Cus Compton ain’t like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
*s got them choppas like we flyin' the black hawk
Put you with the roots, thinkin' a ni**a was black thought
Now hold that thought
Motherf**kers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherf**kers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Pray for me, I’ll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
Everything on life and I’d die for it
Made a mill, you ain’t even know it
Tell Illuminati I’m down for it
Call Jigga, I'm next ni**a
Son *s my new litter
F**k the world on earth day
Her booty clap on my birthday
I would take the cake but I’ve been paid
I’m a real ni**a, you’s arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty w**d on my mama’s couch
Now I’m going big, I can buy the house
You sound water down, I sound off a ounce
See this for those who say"where you from"
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them f**k *s we don’t f**k with them
And f**k *s gonna lose a lung
Knock knock ni**a, come feel the drum
If the bread low I’mma stack the crumb
Up the contraband in-between my gun
Before smoking d**e I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G’s, ni**a pretty please
Condos, where it’s sun and trees
10 keys with my 8 G’s
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless keep me faded
Ran up on 'em, I ain't good with aimin'
Move out the set but the set I’m banging
Look, a young ni**a really tryna stunt, f**k it
West side Ingles and I ain’t budging
Independent *s with no budget
If it ain’t about a dollar gotta change subjects
Rap a** *s ain’t sayin nothing
This flow here, *s can’t touch it
Motherf**k friends, tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the b**ch got me trippin like a bucket
Sox gang off in the streets
10 hut, bring the squadron with me
See *s talk ballin like they been in the gym
But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me
Can I vent? All you *s sound retarded to me
Killin these *s, I’m a general ni**a
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I’m on, look at me
Started, started with them pistols and palm trees
Now when *s come through the wood
*s gotta know that that’s all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up all bills
And *s wanna act like they thuggin like us, we said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the Mmm ni**a
New Rolls go vroom ni**a
.45 cocked back like boom ni**a
Got enough loot to fill up a room ni**a
And I’m rolling these blunts at 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin' for more
Made me a millie, yo b**ch load is illie
But I ain’t got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my ni**a this bloodin'
Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like f**k it
Welcome to California b**ch
Welcome to California b**ch
Sky’s not the only place
Sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
Ni**a done been everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
C-O-M-P-T-O-N on
B**ch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother’s porch to my executive Porsche
Now I’m driving through London and Rome
With a Parisian b**ch
Rockin corn rows, backseat of my Panamera watchin' pornos
Where we goin? What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg, leave the city in ruins
Then fly to Dubai on my poolside, coolin'
My Audemar ain't waterproof, f**k it go and get a new one
I done been everywhere around the world and that’s cool
But can't no hotel f**kin' reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to back to Compton sh*t, we ought to
Condos on Wilshire, sh*t I bought two
Livin' down the street where BIG got shot, I haunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It’s how we live our life, surrounded by tape
Pause
Where the angels fly, city of angels I will never let you down
Kill anything approaching my crown
Still undefeated
That’s why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches
But don’t get it confused, city still got rules
Wear the wrong colors, ni**a end up on the news
Lights out like Durant in a Drew
Then I’m right back down Compton avenue in a Buick
If you had a heart, *s put a bullet through it
And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it?
Would you do it?
If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it?
Would you be from Grape Street or would you Piru it?
Here’s my red rag, it says,"ain’t nothing to it"
They go the 60’s, motherf**ker good luck
(Welcome to California b**ch)
They go the 60’s, motherf**ker good luck
From the corner where that hoes said to kick at
Short dress, hair down the bizack
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain’t bloodin' ni**a
Pass blunts to my cousins ni**a
Turn hell into gold, I can pon the river
High power, you a Amish liver
Cali dro in my lungs and such
Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk
My shoe box should’ve been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don’t talk me a Game, no game homie
Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, and this the 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business, uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning, uh
Now I rep the floor until the ending, uh
Smoking on L's cause I’m winnin', uh
Wax getting blowed, just to kindle it, uh
Uh, yea now back to the groove, back to the hoes
Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
All in the trim, straight lookin like you
Free tattoo
I’m in the gangsta sh*t, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta b**ch to take the d**e and hop the fence
Might die on the freeway
Hey, much love to the heat wave, aye
Watch you know about LA?
(Welcome to California b**ch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they dome us
(Welcome to California b**ch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they, pop pop pop
Got a b**ch, say she wanna f**k in Beverly Hills
And I swear I’mma bring her to the set if she will
And if I do the p**sy better be killed
Just the way I make her feel, no Stephanie Mills
These *s heavily trill, these haters never be real
I came up in a world where it’s kill or be killed
I swear that every b**ch I used to f**k, f**kin' me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This sh*t is real, this west side INGLCL
Bands on them b**ches, getting ends on them b**ches
Gold framed Cartier lives on the b**ches
Last long like I’m using extends on them b**ches
I’m a native, I got real *s with me
Golden state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the pigs
Tell them b**ch *s suck a dick
Man come and get me aight
This ni**a Chuck want a ni**a be in here
Rappin' all day and sh*t
Blood, I got to go get my sh*t braided
Ni**a ends and sh*t all out
And I ain't got no lean?
F**k this, we out this b**ch
What's happening though?
(Welcome to California b**ch)
