California (Remix)
Bankroll Mob
Okay okay
You know, you know
Well I be
Bumping California Love on the West Side
Thanking God for the weed, women, and the sunshine
Dumb hot
Out on Sunset
Blowing kush
From the one time
You get a contact
Catch ya ass at the red light
Wanna run at 'em sideways in a Hellcat
On some run flat
By the way I
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 (Cracking)
Sound like a Doggystyle interlude
Kurupt Gotti, nigga where the gas at?
Moon rock got me acting like I never had shit
From Bankhead to a Hollywood address
Same nigga tho
Wanna run get your ass kicked
Respect it more than a tad bit
Every hood every set though
Sheesh!
One time for the West Coast
LA, the Bay, from Sacramento out to San Diego, California
I stay gettin that work in California
And all the killers they show me love in California
yea
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be Smokin on the best loud in California
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
blowin smoke out the roof cookies to be exact
Im always in cali cuz this is where its at
Bitches bud good weather what you know bout that
Where all the flat bitches ride Binges abd beamers
they either wanna be a actress or a singer
Im 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 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
yea
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be Smokin on the best loud in California
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 yea the real thugs
went to Sacremento nigga met a real thug
i said im lookin for the gas where the deal at
want the strong gotta fo where the hill at
i met a bad bopper chillin out in frisco
like to flip a lota 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
feelin like a leprechaun with a pot of gold
bags of the gas yea 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
yea
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be Smokin on the best loud in california
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 EPA, Sacramento
Where they keep a nigga laced with all the good smoke
I wanna fly out to LA
Meet a bad little honey with a pretty face
I wanna 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 wanna chill out in Fresno (Stockton)
I wanna go to San Diego
I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali
Okay okay
You know, you know
Well I be
Bumping California Love on the West Side
Thanking God for the weed, women, and the sunshine
Dumb hot
Out on Sunset
Blowing kush
From the one time
You get a contact
Catch ya ass at the red light
Wanna run at 'em sideways in a Hellcat
On some run flat
By the way I
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 (Cracking)
Sound like a Doggystyle interlude
Kurupt Gotti, nigga where the gas at?
Moon rock got me acting like I never had shit
From Bankhead to a Hollywood address
Same nigga tho
Wanna run get your ass kicked
Respect it more than a tad bit
Every hood every set though
Sheesh!
One time for the West Coast
LA, the Bay, from Sacramento out to San Diego, California
I stay gettin that work in California
And all the killers they show me love in California
yea
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be Smokin on the best loud in California
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
blowin smoke out the roof cookies to be exact
Im always in cali cuz this is where its at
Bitches bud good weather what you know bout that
Where all the flat bitches ride Binges abd beamers
they either wanna be a actress or a singer
Im 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 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
yea
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be Smokin on the best loud in California
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 yea the real thugs
went to Sacremento nigga met a real thug
i said im lookin for the gas where the deal at
want the strong gotta fo where the hill at
i met a bad bopper chillin out in frisco
like to flip a lota 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
feelin like a leprechaun with a pot of gold
bags of the gas yea 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
yea
I flew a bitch from the A to California
And I be Smokin on the best loud in california
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 EPA, Sacramento
Where they keep a nigga laced with all the good smoke
I wanna fly out to LA
Meet a bad little honey with a pretty face
I wanna 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 wanna chill out in Fresno (Stockton)
I wanna go to San Diego
I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali
Credits
Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen
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