Cali Love - Sabi, Tyga

My top down on my jeep

Rollin' the cali streets

My music turnt up

My crew mobbin' like

Singing

La La La La

La La La La

Cali Love

My top down in my hood

Them boys lookin whats good

My crew stay turnt up

My girls mobbin like what

Singing La La La La

La La La La

Cali Love

My crew mobbin', I’m hot

Ray Bans &my flip flops

Gold all in my wrist watch pool

Parties on roof tops

They got trees and you know this

Sit back cause they rollin' that

La la la la la la la la la la

That California sun

Bring that west coast love

Won’t you come and get some

Of that California dreamin'

We still mobbin, I’m hot

Zuma Beach and my Sun Block

Heading to my night spot

City lights in my back drop

We cruisin down my block

Boopin' Heads to that 2Pac

Like la la la la la la la la

Palm trees, sex on the beach

Corvette, leather seats

My queen awaits and I’m wide awake cause I’m the king

It’s like a chess game and I’m playing for keeps

Pop that top for me, then I’m gonna make that pussy leak

She called me baby boy, no Tyreese, I beat it up like Ali Rodney King me

You everywhere you ain’t supposed to be So get close to me

And it rose on me, grow on me

We can take off for weeks

I’m top down and riding on the sunset

And turn the music down cause I’m turned up

Bet she ain’t gonna walk the same man

Bet she ain’t gonna talk the same way

When she gets a taste of LA