California
Boy, do it (Oh, God)
I'm from the murder side, Long Beach
Certified Rollin' 20 Crip, you heard it right
Boy (Oh, God), no place you can hide
Throwin' up the C, but got homies from the other side
Boy (Oh, God), I hooked up with more hogs
Cube, 40 and Short Dog
Representin' Cali (Oh, God), we back on it, boy
Mount Westmore, put a stamp on it, boy
We smack on you, boy (Oh, God), blowin' smoke through the ozone (Ah)
Hit the block and get my roll on
Money lookin' so long (Oh, God), all my niggas on the same shit
Pick one, you can't go wrong (Yes, sir)
Yeah, for sure, boy (Oh, God), we do it, we sip the fluid
Dippin' and movin', smokin' the best weed (Ohh-whee)
Dub-E-S-T (Oh, God), just look to the left
Live in the flesh, four niggas throwin' up the West
Out of the dark alleys of Californ-I-A
Bow-wow-wow, yippy-yo, yippy-yay
Where the Gs play
Home of the Cougars and the Falcons, oh, yeah, that's the Bay
But out in LA
We prefer the four, the deuce, or the trey
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California
Whoop, whoop, that's the Blood call (Ooh-ooh)
Make you wanna Crip walk
Southern California (Oh, God), from LA to the Bay
I'm from Northern Cali-foolya, where the hustlers play
Survival (Oh, God), still relevant like the Bible, tribal
Prayin' for all of my enemies, continue rewritin' history
Doing it all over again (Oh, God), bitch
We gon' finish up what we started
This slap right here is sick, might make you speakers vomit
I be still gettin' carded, found the fountain to youth
Lookin' the same way that I looked way back in
Nineteen ninety-deuce (Whoop, whoop)
Nigga, we livin' proof, stood the test of time
If a fucker disagree, he must be deaf, dumb and blind (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure, yeah, Oakland
Niggas in this motherfucker now)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California
We from the East Side
Oakland, California, that's how we ride (Oh, God)
We don't know you, nigga, where you from?
You lookin' over here, but y'all don't want none
We make the homicide rate go up every year (Oh, God)
If you a bad motherfucker, you can make it here
And we ain't throwin' no signs (Oh, God), just a clip and a nine
One bullet to the head, put some shit on your mind
Get busy, California grizzly
I'm rollin' hundreds, who rollin' with me?
Yellow's the color of sun rays
Harley-Davidsons on Sundays
So don't hate, I'm from the golden state
Do a half-pike off the Golden Gate
Will I live or die? Ain't no tellin'
'Fore I hit the water, you know what I'm yellin'
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California
California
I'm from the murder side, Long Beach
Certified Rollin' 20 Crip, you heard it right
Boy (Oh, God), no place you can hide
Throwin' up the C, but got homies from the other side
Boy (Oh, God), I hooked up with more hogs
Cube, 40 and Short Dog
Representin' Cali (Oh, God), we back on it, boy
Mount Westmore, put a stamp on it, boy
We smack on you, boy (Oh, God), blowin' smoke through the ozone (Ah)
Hit the block and get my roll on
Money lookin' so long (Oh, God), all my niggas on the same shit
Pick one, you can't go wrong (Yes, sir)
Yeah, for sure, boy (Oh, God), we do it, we sip the fluid
Dippin' and movin', smokin' the best weed (Ohh-whee)
Dub-E-S-T (Oh, God), just look to the left
Live in the flesh, four niggas throwin' up the West
Out of the dark alleys of Californ-I-A
Bow-wow-wow, yippy-yo, yippy-yay
Where the Gs play
Home of the Cougars and the Falcons, oh, yeah, that's the Bay
But out in LA
We prefer the four, the deuce, or the trey
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California
Whoop, whoop, that's the Blood call (Ooh-ooh)
Make you wanna Crip walk
Southern California (Oh, God), from LA to the Bay
I'm from Northern Cali-foolya, where the hustlers play
Survival (Oh, God), still relevant like the Bible, tribal
Prayin' for all of my enemies, continue rewritin' history
Doing it all over again (Oh, God), bitch
We gon' finish up what we started
This slap right here is sick, might make you speakers vomit
I be still gettin' carded, found the fountain to youth
Lookin' the same way that I looked way back in
Nineteen ninety-deuce (Whoop, whoop)
Nigga, we livin' proof, stood the test of time
If a fucker disagree, he must be deaf, dumb and blind (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure, yeah, Oakland
Niggas in this motherfucker now)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California
We from the East Side
Oakland, California, that's how we ride (Oh, God)
We don't know you, nigga, where you from?
You lookin' over here, but y'all don't want none
We make the homicide rate go up every year (Oh, God)
If you a bad motherfucker, you can make it here
And we ain't throwin' no signs (Oh, God), just a clip and a nine
One bullet to the head, put some shit on your mind
Get busy, California grizzly
I'm rollin' hundreds, who rollin' with me?
Yellow's the color of sun rays
Harley-Davidsons on Sundays
So don't hate, I'm from the golden state
Do a half-pike off the Golden Gate
Will I live or die? Ain't no tellin'
'Fore I hit the water, you know what I'm yellin'
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (Whoop, whoop)
California
California
Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Ricardo Thomas, Earl T. Stevens, Calvin Broadus, Todd Anthony Shaw
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