Great Place To Visit - Warren G., Butch Cassidy, Crooked I

Tomato juice coupe, and the engine’s V8

Warren G and Snoop paved the way for me to create

Like R.I.P Nate, nigga I just wanna be great

I don’t even see hate, I’m like the Dali Lama

But I got the 40 cal if you’re wantin' some Cali drama

On my mama, I’d rather be chillin' on the beach front

With a bad bisexual bitch that like to eat cunt

You ain’t nothin' like a boss, you a street punk

It’s C.O.B slash G-Funk

And Crooked got plenty grind, turn pennies, dimes and nickels

To a hundred, if a hater don’t see him when he shine then he blind

Gimme mine and run it, to the finish line

I got the semi 9 any time you want it, Cali

Best hurry, more money, less worry

It’s Golden State, I stay on point like Steph Curry

California sunshine,

out here on the West side

No place I’d rather be

White tees and khakis is all I see

Real G’s, you know, street flow

Set trippin' out here, take caution when you do a show

It’s just the Cali way

This the every day life, this side don’t change

The streets got love from 2−1

To wherever the fuck you from, turn it up, let your speakers bump

What’s up?

Cali, what’s up?

Cali

I came a long way from servin' 'em in the alley

From Wallabee’s to Stacy’s

We used to gangbang in the '80's, now we rollin' Mercedes

It’s crazy, Long Beach is the city that raised me

213, killas that made me

Flip a switch, hit the hydraulic drum, make that shit jump

Hit it once, hit it twice, make that shit jump

through the hood by they self, niggas get jumped

If you don’t watch yourself, you might get slumped

We got the old school ride with the chromed out inside

Lowrider bikes is slim but the rims wide

26 inches, gator seats

Turn ladies to freaks, get 'em all we in their seats, Cali

I’m on my Californ-i-a shit, grindin'

Paint drippin' down Atlantic Avenue, spaceship glidin'

My city don’t make suckas, no, chrome face thumper

I got home base covered, ain’t shit slidin'

I pull it out and nobody moves

My niggas been bangin' since the era of them jheri curls and karate shoes

I dropped out of school, still I prolly would prolly do

Slingin' Oxycontins before you were plottin' molly moves

Yeah, baby girl I’m your best look

From the home of the best kush

Nigga, shoppin' carts, nigga, baby strollers

I don’t care, I’m down for whatever the fuck the West push

Haters hate, let their mouths move

Don’t make me show up to the Grammy’s this year in a pair of house shoes

Bang your favorite entertainment while I’m lowridin'

Ass jacked up, nose divin'

It’s Cali, nigga