paroles de chanson Welcome 2 California - T-Bone

Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break
Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break

Yeah, I'm leanin' back in my Chevy Impala hittin' the curb
Swoopin' up all the homies, see my dog, so I swerve
To the left on three wheels
Y'all know the deal, got the spokes with the chrome grill
With hydraulics hittin' switches on the day to day
From Compton, Carson, Inglewood down to the dirty Bay
Ridin' the Cali way
Dippin' in the sheets, sparks on the interstate
Music blastin' and California written on the license plate
I love the Golden State, sunny skies and the palm trees
Bitches and lowriders singin' songs like the eastsiders
Sayin' "What, what? (Westside) " "Huh?" "Yeah"
Straight outta the land of the unforgiven
Homies in prison wishin' they ain't had them stripes
But this Cali thug way of livin' got 'em 25 to life
It's rags and bandanas
Chuck Taylor's, Dickies and thug grammar
G's full of the evil ways like Santana

Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break
Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break

Yeah, from Long Beach down to West Covina
Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs, Hollywood down to Pasadena
Frisco, Oakland down to the marina
Sac. County, Sac. Co. back to Catalina
You gotta love it y'all
The sunny weather, no sweaters or leather
Just mink, brims and the pink feather
The land of superstars and nice cars with chrome tires
And bad traffic backed up for miles
But we still rollin' 'til the wheels fall off
Gotta floss in a Benz or Escalade
No need to playa hate
This killin' Cali where gangstas rally and tally
The murders in streets or alleys
From the projects to the valleys
Chuck Taylor's, khaki suits, skip the windbreakers
This California, home of the three-time champ Lakers

Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break
Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break

I'm from the land of drive-bys and mackmatics
Thug lords, Blood and Crip riders and drug addicts with bad habits
Charismatic with automatics and bandits holdin' these cannons
And scandalous how they be dumpin' 'til the last man standin'
That's why, gotta get to preachin' while they still alive
'Cause tomorrow's not promised,'specially where them hollow points fly
You're stupid to die in the Golden State
Most riders regulate off of the smallest things
Like red or blue colors and catch a case
It's California though, I love it like the riders do
Poppin' the collars, dippin' in Impalas, dog, I'm stayin' true
Throw up the W, this here's a anthem
For every ghetto, projects, neighborhood
And street alley where guns be clappin'
Where they packin' a magnum, magnum braggin'
How they be jackin', attackin', smackin'
Takin' action just to get reaction
C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A
Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento and the streets of L.A
This is the killin' field y'all

Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break
Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break
Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break
Welcome to the Golden State
West Coast California where the one-time hate
Bloods, Crips, and Sades quick to regulate
Lowridin', hittin' switches 'til the bumper break