Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Great Place To Visit , by - Warren G.. Release date: 13.05.2014
Song language: English
Great Place To Visit |
| Tomato juice coupe, and the engine’s V8 |
| Warren G and Snoop paved the way for me to create |
| Like R.I.P Nate, nigga I just wanna be great |
| I don’t even see hate, I’m like the Dali Lama |
| But I got the 40 cal if you’re wantin' some Cali drama |
| On my mama, I’d rather be chillin' on the beach front |
| With a bad bisexual bitch that like to eat cunt |
| You ain’t nothin' like a boss, you a street punk |
| It’s C.O.B slash G-Funk |
| And Crooked got plenty grind, turn pennies, dimes and nickels |
| To a hundred, if a hater don’t see him when he shine then he blind |
| Gimme mine and run it, to the finish line |
| I got the semi 9 any time you want it, Cali |
| Best hurry, more money, less worry |
| It’s Golden State, I stay on point like Steph Curry |
| California sunshine, |
| out here on the West side |
| No place I’d rather be |
| White tees and khakis is all I see |
| Real G’s, you know, street flow |
| Set trippin' out here, take caution when you do a show |
| It’s just the Cali way |
| This the every day life, this side don’t change |
| The streets got love from 2−1 |
| To wherever the fuck you from, turn it up, let your speakers bump |
| What’s up? |
| Cali, what’s up? |
| Cali |
| I came a long way from servin' 'em in the alley |
| From Wallabee’s to Stacy’s |
| We used to gangbang in the '80's, now we rollin' Mercedes |
| It’s crazy, Long Beach is the city that raised me |
| 213, killas that made me |
| Flip a switch, hit the hydraulic drum, make that shit jump |
| Hit it once, hit it twice, make that shit jump |
| through the hood by they self, niggas get jumped |
| If you don’t watch yourself, you might get slumped |
| We got the old school ride with the chromed out inside |
| Lowrider bikes is slim but the rims wide |
| 26 inches, gator seats |
| Turn ladies to freaks, get 'em all we in their seats, Cali |
| I’m on my Californ-i-a shit, grindin' |
| Paint drippin' down Atlantic Avenue, spaceship glidin' |
| My city don’t make suckas, no, chrome face thumper |
| I got home base covered, ain’t shit slidin' |
| I pull it out and nobody moves |
| My niggas been bangin' since the era of them jheri curls and karate shoes |
| I dropped out of school, still I prolly would prolly do |
| Slingin' Oxycontins before you were plottin' molly moves |
| Yeah, baby girl I’m your best look |
| From the home of the best kush |
| Nigga, shoppin' carts, nigga, baby strollers |
| I don’t care, I’m down for whatever the fuck the West push |
| Haters hate, let their mouths move |
| Don’t make me show up to the Grammy’s this year in a pair of house shoes |
| Bang your favorite entertainment while I’m lowridin' |
| Ass jacked up, nose divin' |
| It’s Cali, nigga |