Текст песни 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...