Welcome To California Lyrics

Welcome To California lyrics

Hook (repeat 2x)



Welcome to the golden state

West Coast California where tha 1 time hate

Bloods, crisps, ese's quick to regulate

Lowride and hit switches till the bumber brake



Verse I



I'm leanin' back in my Cheve Impala hittin' tha curb

Swooping up al the hommie's see my doggs so I swerve

To the left on 3 wheels

Y'all know the deal

Got tha spikes wit' tha chrome grill

That's how we do it

Hittin' switches on a day 2 day

From Compton, Carson, Inglewood,

Down to tha Dirty Bay

Ridin' tha Call way

Dippin' initiation sparks on tha interstate

Music blastin' & California written on tha license plate

I love tha Golden State

Sunny sky's and tha palm trees

Beaches and lowriders

Singing songs like tha Eastsiders

Sayin' What, What?

Straight outta tha land of the unforgotten

Hommie's in prison

Wishing they ain't had 3 strikes

But this Cali thug way of livin' got em' 25 to life

It's rags and bandannas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies and Thug Grammar

G's full of they evil ways like Santana



Verse II



From Long Beach down to West Convina

Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs

Hollywood down to Pasadena

Frisco, Oakland down to tha Marina

Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina

Ya gotta love it y'all,

Tha sunny weather no sweater or leather

Just mink brims and a pimp feather

The land of super stars and nice cars

Wit' shrome tires and bad traffic back up for miles

But we, still rollin' till tha wheels fall off, gotta floss

In tha Benz or Escalade

No need to playa hate

This Killa Cali where gangstas rally and tally

The murders, in streets or alleys

From the projects to the valley

Chuck Taylors, khaki suits, skip the wind breakers

This California home of the 3 times champ Lakers



Verse III



I'm from tha land of drive-by's and automatics

Thug lords, bood and crip ryders and drug addicts with bad habits

Charismatic wi't automatics and bandits

Holding these cannons it's scandalous how they be dumpin' till tha

Last man standin'

They's why, gotta get to preachin' while they still alive

Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly

It's do or die in tha Golden State

Most ryders regulate off of tha smallest things

Like red or blue colors

Then catch a case

It's California though

I love it like tha rydas do

Poppin' our collas, dippin' in Impalas

Dogg I'm stayin true, T throw up the "W"

This here's that anthem, for every ghetto, projects, neighborhood and street

Alley, where gunz be clappin'

Where thy packin' a mack or magnum, braggin'

How they be jackin' attackin', smackin'

Taken action just to get reaction, C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A

Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento, and tha streets of LA