Palm tress, beautiful women
Drop-top Phantom, now this is living
Started off chopping crack in my Grandma’s kitchen
But y’all know that, so let’s get down to business
Out of towners beware of what you wear
«Yo, son I’m from New York» but we don’t care
The Crips, the Bloods, the Eses
The Daytons, the Dubs, the Chefes
What you know about Cali, everything iray
I make the dinner you be sure to scrape the plate
From Compton’s Most to N.W.A
From Snoop Dogg to Dr. Dre, niggas love us What about the bitches, you mean these bitches
Bouncin' in my backseat when my Impala hit switches
They ridin' with a king, a California king
If it ain’t about that, it ain’t 'bout a mothafuckin' thing
I’m living the American dream, sittin' fat but I don’t sing
I don’t fuck with rats if you know what I mean
You thinkin' 50 but I’m talkin'
Christina Milian sucked a million dicks but still ain’t sold a million
Bitch tryna get a rock like a milli on I know you like «what this gotta do with L.A.?»
Bitch tried to fuck me and she almost fucked Dre, so Yeah, slow this shit down, man
I’mma let California fuck you now, yeah
That’s right, how it feel?
Know California niggas got big dicks, big trucks, big mouths, big guns
We’ll fuck you all night
Straight R&B, Black Wall Street Records we don’t play no games
And after four albums what the fuck you want from a nigga?
I got the houses here, Miami, condo in New York, condo in Wilshire
I done lived in Beverley Hills
Look down the street at Range Rovers, Bentleys and Phantoms passin' by As the wind blows through my fuckin' fade
Niggas know what it is with me, nigga
California King and that’s for life
Give a fuck what a nigga say
Let me introduce ya to somethin' you’re not used to
I’m California’s future, sit back, watch what I do to
These Dre beats, these Timbaland tracks
I Just Blaze 'em, I spit crack
I Scott Storch 'em, you can’t afford 'em
Every hot producer seen Game record
My flow out of this world like Neptune
California’s don, I came to the rescue
First time, Snoop Dogg ever heard me spit
His reply was like «Damn, nephew»
That was '05
Now it’s '011, four albums, six years, I’m ahead of my time
I let you niggas be LeBron
Even he can’t see Kobe in his prime
Picture Kobe and LeBron’s, that’s too much game I’m out of my mind
That’s a hot line, I think niggas wanna hear me say that one more time
Picture Kobe and LeBron’s, that’s too much game I’m out of my mind
Out of my soul
Been havin' out of body experiences since I was seven years old
Look at California, he ain’t scared
Shot a deuce-five before he had Nike Airs
My pops like «there goes the block», I’m like «where»
Brass knuckles in my Levi’s, never fight fair
Twenty years later, I’m right here
Red rag wipin' off all white Airs
Let a nigga step on 'em, I’mma go Wyclef on 'em
Could go Raekwon the Chef on 'em
Throwin' up a dub, bangin' Wu-Tang
Ridin' with a chopper like a young Hussein
In a new range
Fuck with the Crips but I’m from the P-I-R-U gang
Momma, I did it, you told me to so I spit it I don’t just talk Cali, I live it From Aftermath to Sick Wit It
I’m sick with it, so nigga admit it You’ll never be Game, never be Pac, never be Doggy Dogg
I don’t know why you spit cause nigga you ain’t shit
You writin' for Detox? Nigga, suck my dick
Me and Hittman did that before
First Mel-Man left and I seen a trapdoor
Came in through the back, nobody can stop him
Not E-V-E, Busta Rhymes or Rakim
And Bus my nigga, so I would never diss him
Fuck over any other rapper with Henny in my system
Who want it? Not Jigga
I’m treacherous like Trigga
I’m Naughty By Nature nigga
With more priers than Richard
And I can say whatever cause I made Jimmy Iovine richer
And he get richer every time I call you a bitch ass nigga
Let Chris Bosch run up on Kobe again
I’mma catch him in the club and open his chin
Cause I ride or die for this Cali shit
Break a nigga off proper like a Valley bitch
I chop a nigga down like a brick of raw
I’m Notorious like Biggie Smalls
I know he from New York, but he like me Last thing I wanna do before I D-I-E
Is look at, look at, look at California
Look at, look at, look at California
Look at, look at, look at California
Look at, look at, look at California
I know New York the mecca of hip hop
ATL doing their thing, Chi-Town breed Kanye and mo' fuckin' Common
Some times y’all gotta look at California
Ayo, Jimmy Iovine, tell Dre these headphones are the shit