Текст песни Www (Live) - Triune

Southern California that's that women weather weed
You know a real nigga when he picky with his trees
Sativa for the day
A little indo for da sleep
Might skimp out on da brown
But know the shmoke is never cheap
California got dem C's and Ru's
Good peeps and food
Where you at an 8 in Cali
Is a 3 my dude
We be smoking on dat
Green infused
I don't mean best behavior
When I saw I'm on my P's and Q's
I don't shmoke it unless it's quality
I can't wife it unless she quality
It's expensive to live, the weather quality
I can't give you a sorry or an apology
The rent be high but we pay it and shit
Local government be corrupt but we stay in this bitch
Da hood be violent and da women all crazy and thick
To make it here, I mean you gotta be basically rich

Southern California that's that women weather weed
You know a real nigga when he picky with his tree
We don't cop it by da 1/8 we only buy it by da P
Riding old schools loving all dis women weather weed

I'm a I don't get upset by da press kinda nigga
We can do it here, lift ya dress kinda nigga
Don't banged but respected by da sets kinda nigga
Just to go to Vegas take a jet kinda nigga
West west kinda nigga
Different to the core
Where you don't need a weed man
They deliver it to ya door
Sistas come in every shade
From the dead head to it laid
And if the Lakers ain't winning
They finna go make a trade
It's the weed for me
It's the 80 degrees for me
It's the way she wear dem jeans for me
It's the beach for me
It's Lemiert in the Spring for me
It's Nipsey Hustle & Shock G for me
It's the mountains
It's the trees for me
It's the nature
It's dem low riders still pumping Eazy E
Don't get caught on Melrose tryna be a G
Kill Cali It's the only place you need to be

Southern California that's that women weather weed
You know a real nigga when he picky with his tree
We don't cop it by da 1/8 we only buy it by da P
Riding old schools loving all dis women weather weed

Hoes be talking
Only wonder if I'm on my deen
Pussy ain't worth
What a nigga making
Nayamean
I teach niggas how to survive
It's part of the theme
Niggas ain't know
I'm on my off the top flow
A cold nigga maybe
A sucka I'm not tho
I'm rapping like
When Erika lived by the Roscoes
When Dontae would greet me
Like whattup tortanto