Follow Me Home (feat. The Game)

[California soul sample]

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens

Follow me home back to my project apartment

Land of the palm trees, buyin weed we smokin, home of the low-lows

6-4s we rollin, chuck taylors and nikes, wife beaters and white tees

Up in the Bay area boys gettin hyphy

Los Angeles where them boys rockin them colors hard

Runnin from 1 time, we ain't livin behind them bars

Take you on Crenshaw, then show you how to ride a car

Hit a couple of switches, you won't have to buy a?

Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin, lookin like a star

Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra

Pocket full of cash, we smash, we all at the mall

Hit a swapmeet, snatch some khakis up off the wall

Turn your music up cus we don't give a fuck about the law

Only Lord knows, this is California soul

[Hook: The Game]

C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York

Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't shit niggas could tell me

Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love

We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens

Follow me home back to my project apartment

Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless

Changin my number nigga the streets steady callin, but

Moneys my target, nobodys flawless

Step in my building still got the work under my carpet

Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin

Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment

South Central active, gang bang capitol

Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg, it's factual

What set you claim? Little homey they askin you

Wrong color, wrong sign, boy they blastin you

And when you passin though better have a pass with u

Because these boys in the hood they'll casket you

Nothin but the truth is what I'm givin you

Lord knows, the life of a California soul

[Hook: The Game]

C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York

Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't shit niggas could tell me

Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love

We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens

Follow me home back to my project apartment

Still in my hood on my beach cruiser, pedalin

Niggas think I'm a rookie but got the heart of a veteran

Nigga I'm a doctor, you hear I got that medicine

For them patients they say the go around me but that's irrelavent

Balls hangin low just like a elephant, still ridin high like a pelican

Nigga I ain't studder man, I do it for the gutta men

I do it for my people on a hustle on a struggle, we go? dawg

I do it for the W, west coast my coast, Watts, California

My hood my burough, plus I gotta keep it thorough man I gotta keep it gangsta

That's what I am no wanksta, never that

Momma never raised a chump, watch what you sayin huh

Only Lord knows, California soul