Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song California Dreamin, artist - 116 Clique
Date of issue: 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' |