Southern California - Mr. Criminal, Frank V, Mr. Capone-E

Califa rap, comin' to attack

It’s about time, that we put it on the map

You know it’s crackin' in that sunshine state

Blowing up

There ain’t no reason to hate

Bounce, rock, skate

On that late night tip

Having nothing but fun

There ain’t a reason to trip

But just in case

I got a strap on my hip

A nice Smith N Wesson chrome with a tight rubber grip

But right now, it’s not even on my mind

Having too much fun

Having a real good time

Smoking on some Cali bomb

To relax and unwind

Give you something to bump

That’ll make you press and rewind

Like this, with a funked out twist

Sunny Southern California is how we doing it bitch

So just in case you wanna trip

You better leave it at home

Criminal, Frank V and the homie Capone

Southern, Southern California

West Coast got one for ya

That’s how we be bangin'

West Coast keep on slangin'

Southern California

West Coast got one for ya

That’s how we be slangin'

West Coast keep on bangin'

As the sun goes down, in this California town (Santa Monica)

Chrome rim spinnin' like a merry-go-round

Watch Mary go down as I drive on the 405

That exit ain’t no joke

Sex ain’t no joke

Dirty dog from the land of dirty smog

30 macks get the axe, 30 wacks

But fuck the drama

Take a puff and relax

Palm trees OG’s, regals and Cadillacs

Bitches jock sounds and switches

Haters jack ‘em

Guns are like thug repellent

That’s why we pack ‘em

Make you Swiss cheese

Trying to take my keys

Eat you up like a thousand degrees

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust when I bust

Blue rag is a must, in the south side I trust

All around the world on my chrome

But no matter how far I roam

I always come back home to…

Southern, Southern California

West Coast got one for ya

That’s how we be bangin'

West Coast keep on slangin'

Southern California

West Coast got one for ya

That’s how we be slangin'

West Coast keep on bangin'

It’s the sunshine state, sunny California

Southern California, where the G’s run up on ya

Killa Cali, where the stars roll Jeep’s

Hood rats keep jockin and the homies roll deep

Like to creep, on a rival or two

Gang related tattoos with the FOX11 news

Nike shoes slingshot and them blue Levi’s

White T-shirt, locs, hydraulic and lowriders

Homicide testified, acquitted from life

Earning stripes on the yard, shooting em my kite

One life to live, always tryna tripping

If you come flossin', your boy like big kid

And that’s now what we yelling

Fearless bailing out the county

Never ever telling

Hi Power selling

And that’s that, west coast on the map

Bomb ass track

Califa rap ese

Southern, Southern California

West Coast got one for ya

That’s how we be bangin'

West Coast keep on slangin'

Southern California

West Coast got one for ya

That’s how we be slangin'

West Coast keep on bangin'