Lyrics California - Instrumental - Colonel Loud
Mr.Hanky
Ok.(ok)You
know
(You
know)
I
be...
Fuck
California
love
on
the
west
side
Thank
God
for
the
weed,
women
and
the
sunshine
Dome
hot
out
on
sunset
Blowing
pressure
from
the
one
time
Ya
get
a
contact.
Catch
ya
was
at
the
red
light
Wanna
run
dat
I'm
sideways
in
a
L-cat
On
some
run
flat
By
the
way
I've
never
seen
a
better
view
Not
in
Malibu
Bunch
of
bad
bitches
naked
in
the
swimming
pool
Hear
the
waves
crashing
.playing
spades
in
the
living
room.crack
Sound
like
a
doggy
style
interlude
Girl
gotta
nigga
where
the
gas
at
Got
me
acting
like
I
never
had
shit
From
Bankhead
to
a
Hollywood
address
Same
nigga
tho.
One
on
one
.get
ya
ass
kicked
Respect
more
than
a
tat
bit
Every
hood
every
set
tho
One
time
for
the
west
coast
(LA,
The
Bay
to
Sacramento,
out
to
San
Diego,
California)
I
stay
getting
that
work
in
California
And
all
the
killers
they
show
me
love
in
California
I
flew
a
bitch
from
the
A
to
California
And
I
be
smoking
on
the
best
loud
in
California
Ayy
California,
oh
California
I
swear
I
got
to
get
back
to
that
place
to
smoke
on
that
Call
Palm
trees
in
the
air,
the
top
pushed
back
Blowing
smoke
out
of
the
roof
cookies
to
be
exact
I'm
always
in
Cali
cuz
this
is
where
it's
at
Bitches,
bud,
good
weather
what
you
know
about
that
Where
all
the
fly
bitches
riding
Benz
and
Beemers
They
want
to
be
an
actress
or
singer
I'm
at
the
strip
club
on
Sunset
throwing
singles
With
this
bad
bitch
from
Compton
pouring
lean
up
Breaking
down
backwoods
rolling
gasoline
up
Left
the
Laugh
Factory
pulled
up
in
Inglewood
I
Fuck
with
some
Crips
and
I
fuck
with
some
Bloods
I
fuck
with
some
ese's
My
stash
house
in
the
valley
Welcome
to
my
Palace
Just
went
and
killed
two
shows
out
in
Dallas
Selling
OG
from
LA
and
crates
from
the
bay
I
stay
getting
that
work
in
California
And
all
the
killers
they
show
me
love
in
California
I
flew
a
bitch
from
the
A
to
California
And
I'll
be
smoking
on
the
best
loud
in
California
Ayy
California
oh
California
I
swear
I
got
to
get
back
to
that
place
to
smoke
on
that
Cali
You
know
I
got
to
show
the
West
love
I
had
to
take
the
trip
to
Cali
for
the
best
bud
I've
been
chilling
with
the
goons
yeah
the
real
thugs
Went
to
Sacramento
nigga
met
a
real
plug
I
said
I'm
looking
for
the
gas
where
the
kill
At
Want
to
strong
got
to
go
where
the
hill
at
I
met
a
bad
bopper
chilling
out
in
Frisco
Like
to
sip
the
limearitas
and
the
Sisco
I
hopped
my
ass
on
the
101
and
headed
north
And
When
I
hit
the
hill
I
found
what
I
was
looking
for
Im
feeling
like
a
leprechaun
with
a
pot
of
Gold
Bags
of
gas
yea
the
Colonel
got
a
soul
I
fly
bitch
from
the
A
with
a
hundred
racks
Put
her
ass
in
a
rental
told
her
run
it
back
Fly
another
bitch
in
with
200
more
Welcome
to
California
the
state
of
gold
I
stay
getting
that
work
in
California
All
the
killers
they
show
me
love
in
California
I
flew
a
bitch
from
the
A
to
California
And
I
be
smoking
on
the
best
loud
in
California
Ayy
California
Oh
California
I
swear
I
got
To
get
back
to
that
place
to
smoke
on
that
Cali
Somebody
fly
me
out
to
Frisco,
Oakland,
San
Jose
or
Vallejo
Shout
out
to
the
EPA,
Sacramento
Where
they
keep
a
nigga
laced
with
all
the
good
smoke
I
want
to
fly
out
to
LA
Meet
a
bad
little
honey
with
a
pretty
face
I
want
to
slide
out
to
Inglewood
Long
Beach
where
it
feels
good
Compton
where
the
hell
you
at
Show
me
love
we
be
looking
for
the
loud
packs
Shout
out
to
South
Central
Shout
out
to
Watts
Where
the
killers
always
got
my
back
I
want
to
chill
out
in
Fresno(Stockton)
I
want
to
go
to
San
Diego
I
got
to
get
back
to
that
place
to
smoke
on
that
Cali
That's
why...
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