California (feat. T.I., Young Dolph & Ricco Barrino)

Bankroll Mob Okay okay You know, you know Well I be Bumping California Love on the West Side Thanking God for the weed, women, and the sunshine Dumb hot Out on Sunset Blowing kush From the one time You get a contact Catch ya ass at the red light Wanna run at 'em sideways in a Hellcat On some run flat By the way I Never seen a better view, not in Malibu Bunch of bad bitches naked in the swimming pool Hear the waves crashing, playing spades in the living room (Cracking) Sound like a Doggystyle interlude Kurupt Gotti, nigga where the gas at? Moon rock got me acting like I never had shit From Bankhead to a Hollywood address Same nigga tho One on one get your ass kicked Respect it more than a tad bit Every hood every set though Sheesh! One time for the West Coast LA, the Bay, from Sacramento out to San Diego, California Stay getting that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali Palm trees in the air, the top pushed back Blowing smoke out the roof cookies to be exact I'm always in Cali cause this is where it's at Bitches, bud, good weather, what you know bout that Where all the fly bitches ride Benzs and Beamers They either wanna be an actress, or a singer I'm at the strip club on Sunset, throwing singles With this bad bitch from Compton, pouring lean up Breaking down backwoods, rolling gasoline up Left the Laugh Factory, pulled up in Inglewood I fuck with some crips and I fuck with some bloods And I fuck with some ese My stash house in the Valley Welcome to my palace Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas Selling OG from LA and crates from the Bay Stay getting that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali You know I gotta show the West love I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud I been chilling with the goons, yeah the real thugs Went to Sacramento nigga met a real plug I said I'm looking for the gas where the kill at Want the strong gotta go where the hill at I met a bad bopper chilling out in Frisco Like to sip the lime-a-ritas and the sisco I hopped my ass on the 101 and headed north And when I hit the hill I found what I was looking for I'm feeling like a leprechaun with a pot of gold Bags of the gas yeah the Colonel got a soul I fly a bitch from the A with 100 racks Put her ass in a rental told her run it back Fly another bitch in with 200 more Welcome to California the State of gold Stay getting that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali Somebody fly me out to 'Frisco Oakland, San Jose, or Vallejo Shout out to EPA, Sacramento Where they keep a nigga laced with all the good smoke I wanna fly out to LA Meet a bad little honey with a pretty face I wanna slide out to Inglewood Long Beach where it feels good Compton where the hell you at Show me love we be looking for the loud packs Shout out to South Central, shout out to Watts Where the killers always got my back I wanna chill out in Fresno (Stockton) I wanna go to San Diego I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali