| Cali-for-ni-a WHOOP WHOOP Cali-for-ni-a
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| Let me represent where I’m from
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| Verse 1: Nieve
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| It’s the city of the do what you got to do
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| Whatever’s going to get you through, well that ought to do
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| Well we just here to help you move when you want to move
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| Play the music in your ride, call it auto tune
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| Play the music real high like its smoked out, doing its thing
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| We party like its 99' every night of the week
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| Summer time, all the time, winter fall or spring
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| My city, so silly when you stop to think
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| There really ain’t no other place to go
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| Peace to the West Coast, stay stapled like the Laker’s show
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| Maybe go on a vacation sure, but when it’s time to return
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| We let it burn, leave the rest in smoke
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| Let it simmer and soak through, my city keep it so true
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| It’s no lie, thats the really shit I wrote you
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| We don’t die we just fade away
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| So fly Cali-for-ni-a, and it got me like
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| Hook: Nieve
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| Uh
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| Cali-for-ni-a WHOOP WHOOP Cali-for-ni-a
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| Let me represent where I’m from
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| Verse 2: Tunji
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| Uh, yeah, riding down the boulevard
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| Trying to shine bright in the city full of stars
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| Trying to drive safe in the city full of cars
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| Big dreams, big breasts, tattoos, and bullet scars
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| The West Coast where I rest my dome
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| Earthquakes and forest fires, but I’m blessed its home
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| It’s best if the left coast just be left alone
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| And I’m a California king, I don’t stress the throne, yo
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| Rolling up some fire from the medical dispensary
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| Thinking bout some shit thats sort of getting to me mentally
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| Just a couple years ago they never would’ve mentioned me
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| But I always knew that I would get them soon eventually
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| See I’m Cali till my very last breath
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| And I’m so very blessed, cuz I never ever stress
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| Every single time I rep, I represent for the west
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| I do it till my motherfuckin death, yes
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| Hook: Nieve
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| Uh
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| Cali-for-ni-a WHOOP WHOOP Cali-for-ni-a
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| Let me represent where I’m from
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| Outro: Nieve
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| Yeah, don’t stress, no seats, no steps, no sticks |