Kalifornia

Yeah

Wanna give a shout out to all my niggas out there in the West Coast

On the West Coast, yeah

Yeah, uhh

Yo, I got to give a shout out to Pomona

Got to give it out to South Central, Watts, Compton, Long Beach

But for now, KM. G, won't you spit, spit, spit for 'em

Motherfuckers don't get mad, cause Cali's kind of fly

We be the gangsta town, the niggas that like to stay high

The land of big diamonds, y'all

Palm trees, lowriders and movie stars, hey

Where fools be mobbin' we the real original

Where jackin' is an art, punk niggas get their caps peeled

And the hoes ain't scared to show the body

They wear the fly shit and freaks the set party

Give it up and the hoes wearin' baggy shit

They're showin' the world why niggas out here pussy whipped

They got niggas goin' to pens, got niggas stealin' ends

For friends, for foes, for shows and mo' hoes

'Cause it costs a grip to live on the West Coast

Ugh, cause we be flossin', we leave the world a comatose

It's all about the paper here, so here, my dear

Roll me up a little chronic, 'cause L.A. got the bionic

Cause you got to have heart, to live in Cali, y'all

You got to have the fly shit, to live in Cali, y'all

It's gonna cost you a grip, to live in Cali, y'all

See, the hoes be legit, when you live in Cali, y'all

They say it never rains in Southern California

That's what they tell me

G's with the big bank, gold wire players

Livin' it up just to be a ho layer

All West Coast Cali funk, we got them runnin' in flocks

Now, Freddie's dead but his partner superchicken

Got shipped to the dope spot

Ugh, and like KM. G, they said them hoes be trippin'

'Cause bitches be settin' a nigga up, when you're all flossin'

Still tossin, yeah, I'm bound to break bread

Wake up in the mornin, found a motherfuckin' bullet in my head

But it's alright, if your game's hooked up tight

And in the summer time riders on corners

I wish you all could be Californians

You save up all, went from slang dope to get a fly ride though

But still funkin' on them switches for the bitches

This is how the West ball

They call me Mr. Flossy, dollar dollar bill y'all, ugh

Yeah, and that's the West Coast anthem, Cali style, boy

Straight up, straight up. Yo, yo, homeboy, they don't know, we be like flossin', man

Yo man, let me set it off for them, let me set it off for them, uh

It's the first of the month and I just came up

I'm headed to the shop to put some rims on my truck

Yeah, and you know I'm like cold on them hoes

'Cause I'm rollin' in a black-on-black 4-54

It's time for me to check my connect

So I could be on deck before them fiends get their county checks

I left about 11:15

I spotted this fly fly cutie in some Karl Kani jeans

And you know, I'm on them gold ones

So, here she come, here she come

Here she motherfuckin' kitty come

Ah shit, it's Sabrina from Covina

I hope she don't remember that I tossed her cousin Tina

Uh, she probably don't care anyway

'Cause bitches up in Cali got game for days

She needed a ride to the mall, I said stall, I got shit to do

I ain't got no time to be fuckin' with you

Ugh, and plus, do I look like a cab?

Turn the Alpine up, then I stab

It was hot like a motherfucker, headed to the store

Saw a couple little homies kickin' it at the front door

They said: 'Yo, hook us up, man'

Bought them a 40, for me I got a tall can

I said peace, don't be trippin', little comrades

But I should be worried 'bout my own ass

Yeah, 'cause we're on hit to bring you the fly shit

To make you feel pressure, cause Cali can test ya

Comrades still hangin', my niggas still bangin'

And there's a whole lot of niggas still movin' yay'n

Because it's highly compatible to come up

You got to have heart and you got to have a lot of luck

So if I hear you sayin' Cali' ain't shit

Yo, you probably visited the Valley, little bitch