| So many times I sit and wonder where this world will take me
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| I tend to find myself 'round gangstas and a couple breezies
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| Palm trees, night lights
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| Broad on my arm, lookin' right
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| So much kush I’m takin' flights
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| How I love this Cali Life
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| Fresh off the plane I’m greeted by cali O. G
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| I ain’t been this high since like 03
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| I hit up Menace like yo homie what the business
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| Nothin' but that Piru, can I get a witness?
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| Ay man I’m feeling that Cali love
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| Even though I’m from the east I still throw up the dub
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| Cause Cali put me on the map, nigga hands down
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| Now I hear the people screaming from the stands, wow!
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| Black Wall Street bitch we got that hood style
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| 'Round here you can get your fucking hood popped
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| Ridin' up Sunset, on the streets we’re swervin'
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| Looking for them birds, me and the homie Term
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| Shout out to?
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| I’m still laughin at Katt Stacks, y’all niggas chocked
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| First time I came to cali man I fell inlove
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| With the women, the money especially the bud
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| One hit of that kush my eyes fall low
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| And niggas get to ducking when they hear that nine blow
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| Ghetto Byrd is out that’s just Cali Life
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| But better keep the hammer homie you can lose your life
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| Bloods, Crips, Eses, Haitians
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| A few Puertoricans in the west banging
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| I go hard for the hood I’m forever?
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| Life’s a real bitch so that’s exactly how I treat her
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| My nigga Q home, now we 'bout to paint the town
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| Ask around, I don’t play, I put the smack down
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| Shout out to Nipsey with you in the 60s
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| Dah-dah-doh, eastside fucking wit' me
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| Jerzey to the heart?
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| Cause from the very start it’s where I found my music?
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| Blame it on the liquor, blame it on the weed
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| But I got love for California, understandin' me? |