paroles de chanson California - Colonel Loud feat. Ricco Barrino & Young Dolph

Hoo!
I stay gettin' that work in California
And all the killers they show me love in California (yeah)
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be smokin' on the best loud in California
Ey, California, oh California
I swear (I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali!)

Palm trees in the L the top pushed back (yeah)
Blowin' smoke out the roof cookies to be exact
I'm always in Cali 'cause this is where it's at (yeah)
Bitches bud good weather what you know 'bout that (yeah)

Where all the flat bitches ride Binges and beamers
They either wanna be a actress or a singer (okey)
I'm at the stip club on sunset throwin' singles
With this bad bitch from Compton Paulina

Breakin' down back woods, rollin' gasoline up
Left the loud factor, pulled up in Englewood
I fuck with some crips and I fuck with some bloods
And I fuck with some esseys

My stands house in the valley
Welcome to my palace
Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas
Said I owed you from Atlanta crates from the base

I stay gettin' that work in California
And all the killers they show me love in California (yeah)
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be smokin' on the best loud in California
Ey, California, oh California
I swear (I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali!)

You know I gotta show the west love
I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud
I be chillin' with the goons, yeah, the real thugs
Went to Sacremento, nigga met a real thug

I said I'm lookin' for the gas where the deal at
Want the strong, gotta go where the hill at
I met a bad bopper chillin out in frisco
Like to flip a lot of breezes in the cisco

I hop my ass on the 101 and headed north
And when I hit the hill, I found what I was lookin' for
I feelin' like a leprechaun with a pot of gold
Bags of the gas, yeah, the colonel got a soul

I fly a bitch from the A with 100 racks
Put her ass in a rental, tell her run it back
Fly another bitch in with 200 more
Welcome to California, the state of gold

I stay gettin' that work in California
And all the killers they show me love in California (yeah)
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be smokin' on the best loud in California
Ey, California, oh California
I swear (I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali!)

Well, well