| Fresh off the plane, head to Roscoe’s for waffles and wings
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| My first time cruising, sunset was a beautiful thing
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| Couple friends went corrupt in a Benz
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| Same corrupt that I looked up to growing up as a kid
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| Got my partners back in Philly asking how have I been
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| How you leaving your foundation, look at all that you did
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| But then I had a conversation with Will Smith in his crib
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| He said a Philly kid could come up in Cali and do it big
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| And shit, I’m glad I did
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| Been around the world and back again
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| All from rap and I rep Cali, bitch, no matter where the address is
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| North Hollywood, home of the actresses
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| Where niggas scheme for there dreams like strategists
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| Smoke some canibus to ease my mind, ain’t hard to find. |
| I got seven different
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| kinds
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| When it’s time to unwind and relax
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| I hit that Cali coastline, go and detach
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| I’m ‘bout to get that old school drop the top back
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| Pick up this bop, get some top
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| Top that
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| (Please take me to Cali, Cali)
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| (Please take me to Cali)
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| Now nine years later I called his home in the Valley 818 area code on my phone
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| But I rode the PCH from Malibu out to Hermosa Beach
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| Been in the ocean but never over a shoulder deep
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| I love my surfer chicks in swimsuits looking fit
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| Then I hit Bootsy Bellows, get up on some different shit
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| I’ve been smoking forever, the only difference is I’m getting corporate
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| sponsorships from marijuana businesses
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| We pop bottles, smoke kush and fuck models
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| Uber to them Hollywood parties
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| Rooftop at The W, on the rocks at the Roxy
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| Don’t do AOD, I’m too low key for paparazzi
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| This California feeling got me
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| My Mexican mommy say
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| You doing better than anybody
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| Stuck in traffic, smoking backwood, aeromatics on the 405
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| I stay high while I drive knocking L.A. Leakers at 923 out my speakers
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| There’s 10 million people in L. A
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| We all dreaming
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| (Please take me to Cali, Cali)
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| (Please take me to Cali) |