Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song California Dreamin , by - 116 CliqueRelease date: 18.07.2019
Song language: English
California Dreamin |
| Zaytoven |
| Yeah |
| What up West Coast? |
| What up Southeast? |
| (Daygo) |
| Raised me to be a lil' beast (Yeah) |
| Caught a couple fades in the streets (What?) |
| Played on the beach (Huh) |
| Playin' records with my Uncle Keith |
| I hit the fam all for the beats (Yeah) |
| I’m rollin' down Imperial (Imperial) |
| Old school in my stereo (Woo) |
| From Skyline, you don’t hear me, though (Skyline) |
| I took a road trip to Long Beach, hit the wrong street |
| And they bang on you, but I’m good, I know Mozzy («Where you from?») |
| Got a cousin off of Wilmington and El Segundo |
| Yeah, that’s Compton, where it get hotter when the sun low |
| Visit greats down in South Bay (What up, Steve?) |
| Ate good, thank God for my people in the hood |
| I grew up in the '90s ('90s) |
| Peter Pan Ave., you could find me (Yeah) |
| Posted with my cousin right behind me (Huh) |
| Every single summer I was lookin' for the come up in that Southern California |
| sun bright enough to blind me (Bling!) |
| California dreamin' |
| Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh |
| Wakin' up police, yeah, that’s how we do |
| Gotta stay up out the way, yeah |
| Young hitters outside everyday, yeah |
| Chin up, chest up, can’t let 'em see you break down |
| Fiends on the corner, it’s the Devil’s playground |
| Beautiful, but dangerous |
| Prolly why they always out there dreamin', like |
| Cali dreamin' |
| Cali dreamin' |
| Cali dreamin' |
| Cali dreamin' |
| It was all a dream, Southern California’s the real thing (West Coast) |
| That’s when I saw some people turn into real fiends (Whoa) |
| Helicopters in the sky, put that light off in yo' eye |
| I was just a teen doin' my lil' thing (Yeah) |
| And Mexicanos got them hydros on the low-lows |
| They was so dope and I was sold on |
| Couldn’t wait 'til I could roll on, ha (Woo) |
| I was doin' out there doin' dirt all by my lonesome (Lonesome) |
| Stealin' candy from the store, I’d let you hold some (Ayy, whatchu want, fool?) |
| Granny havin' Sunday service in the back room (Hallelujah) |
| I was runnin' from it, but I guess she prayed me back to Him (Yeah) |
| Palm trees, sea breeze, BCs, BGs to the OGs sippin' on a OE (OE) |
| H-Town made a screw-up (Screw-up) |
| And Cali showed me gang signs that I threw up (What up?) |
| The hood called me OG 'cause I blew up |
| It’s all God if you knew the way I grew up (Yeah) |
| California dreamin' |
| Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh |
| Wakin' up police, yeah, that’s how we do |
| Gotta stay up out the way, yeah |
| Young hitters outside everyday, yeah |
| Chin up, chest up, can’t let 'em see you break down |
| Fiends on the corner, it’s the Devil’s playground |
| Beautiful, but dangerous |
| Prolly why they always out there dreamin', like |
| Cali dreamin' |
| Cali dreamin' |
| Cali dreamin' |
| Cali dreamin' |