Lyrics Til' The End (C.A.L.I.) - CunninLynguists, Trek Life, Deacon The Villain

Til' The End (C.A.L.I.)

Sunny days and palm trees first come to mind
Second’s the hungry hustlers who work hard and grind
Women with Hollywood dreams who thirst for they time
They see a baller and they be the first ones in line
That’s Cali for ya, like my cousin Golden say
Where fly women and fly rides is always on display
Get it poppin' dog, you know what we say
People here to strike it rich so we call it the Golden State
But as fools go, sometimes, man be hesitant
From mountains to the shorelines, all my Cali residents
Are not to be slept on, gang signs repped hard
Lights cops carry guns that’ll pierce Teflon
From 6−2-6 to the 8−0-5
To the bay where the houses is stacked in the hillside, it’s live
Whenever I bust, I hold pride
Trek Life, Inverse reppin' Cali worldwide, uh, uh
So high that I touch the sky
Gonna put my faith in you
'Til the day that I say goodbye
Ain’t never gonna say goodbye
Want to put my faith in you
'Til the day that I die and touch the sky
Straight outta Cali, birthplace of the gang culture
Where devils and angels stay on the same shoulder
And you gotta get high just to stay sober
Tomorrow’s another name for a hangover
And cops find ways to hurt you
But hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue
When the light fades the nice face’ll hurt you
Everywhere the grounds round, sky shades of purple
A beautiful night, the sight of the sunset
The gift and price of environments unkept
They say that pioneers come west
But this where we from, now we the only ones left
Unicas personas que ayudan con la unidad
Y nunca dan basura a ninguna de la publica
Inverse la futura de la musica
Encontrando toda la locura y la usura
Fo sho rest of my days
If you ain’t know, it’s that dirty south
Mixed together with the Golden State
Fo sho rest of my days
If you ain’t know, it’s that dirty south
Mixed together with the Golden State
Fo sho
Now everybody wanna holla 'bout the west is back
But the left coast never really left, in fact
Just relax, I’ll take you to the dock of the bay
Knockin' Pac and some Dre
Swervin' down the block in L. A
Cause I spit so deadly
And it hit so heavy
To ya face like the bass from a 64 Chevy
Cruisin' down the street with my grip so steady
On the wheel, if I try to turn my wrist won’t let me
Ready, go, it’s tob and yours truly
Scary how we got the west craven like a horror movie
Reppin' Cali to the end, that’s my sworn duty
Turn the volume hella high and let the music pour through me
Golden State homie, born and raised
Stayin' faithful to them warm California days
Some dudes ain’t reppin' I ain’t sayin' no names
CunninLynguists, Inverse, we ain’t playin' no games, c’mon