Welcome to California-E-A-SKI

Welcome to California - E-A-SKI [Hook] Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Round and round Round and round [Verse 1: Game] Back to the hoes Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my ni**a ScHoolboy Cadillac and a coupe See them niggas hatin from afar, can’t catch em now But they getting smacked when we do Ra ta ta like we snoop Crown on the vic Crown on my wrist, crown on my b**ch And a couple crowns on my crew Couple pounds of the blue Ivy in it, tsunami in it when I be in it Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it The trunk got a body in it Niggas be like he bodying it Ziplock full of J’s, closet full of J’s Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it 8 gold chains like a Saudi in it Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it Don’t get too popped get your a** 2 Pac'd Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it Plus I still got a crib on Brazil I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it That’s my new addition, nobody in it Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it So much money, got a money tree Whoop so many niggas’ a**, sh*t we money team Same f**k niggas with they hand out Same sad song, bring the bands out Ni**a should be workin on they money scheme Back to the convers, kill 'em with one verse Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst Call the mortuary, tell him niggas in one hearse ‘Cus Compton ain’t like the city of commerce No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt Niggas got them choppas like we flyin' the black hawk Put you with the roots, thinkin' a ni**a was black thought Now hold that thought Motherf**kers wanna act loco Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4 Motherf**kers wanna act loco Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4 [Hook] [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Pray for me, I’ll make 30 Desert, even my nails dirty Everything on life and I’d die for it Made a mill, you ain’t even know it Tell Illuminati I’m down for it Call Jigga, I'm next ni**a Son niggas my new litter F**k the world on earth day Her booty clap on my birthday I would take the cake but I’ve been paid I’m a real ni**a, you’s arcade Had a switch blade in the 5th grade Smoked plenty w**d on my mama’s couch Now I’m going big, I can buy the house You sound water down, I sound off a ounce See this for those who say "where you from" If those hoes who gonna make me cum With them f**k niggas we don’t f**k with them And f**k niggas gonna lose a lung Knock knock ni**a, come feel the drum If the bread low I’mma stack the crumb Up the contraband in-between my gun Before smoking d**e I was selling coke Well rocked up to a 8 year old When it popped up, call it pot luck 500 G’s, ni**a pretty please Condos, where it’s sun and trees 10 keys with my 8 G’s Hoover hats like the star of David Pull on shots unless keep me faded Ran up on 'em, I ain't good with aimin' Move out the set but the set I’m banging [Hook] [Verse 3: Skeme] Look, a young ni**a really tryna stunt, f**k it West side Ingles and I ain’t budging Independent niggas with no budget If it ain’t about a dollar gotta change subjects Rap a** niggas ain’t sayin nothing This flow here, niggas can’t touch it Motherf**k friends, tinted windows on the Benz Doing doughnuts in the b**ch got me trippin like a bucket Sox gang off in the streets 10 hut, bring the squadron with me See niggas talk ballin like they been in the gym But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me Can I vent? All you niggas sound retarded to me Killin these niggas, I’m a general ni**a Turn yo head to target for free Now I’m on, look at me Started, started with them pistols and palm trees Now when niggas come through the wood Niggas gotta know that that’s all me See the set catch rap When I slide through throwin up all bills And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like us, we said boy please This S to the K to the E to the Mmm ni**a New Rolls go vroom ni**a .45 cocked back like boom ni**a Got enough loot to fill up a room ni**a And I’m rolling these blunts at 100 a go Gave her that dick now she beggin' for more Made me a millie, yo b**ch load is illie But I ain’t got, still got 100 to go And I do it, I does it I spit it, you love it I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage Play with you rappers, my ni**a this bloodin' Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like f**k it [Hook] [Welcome To California] [Intro: Too Short] Welcome to California b**ch Welcome to California b**ch [Hook 2] Sky’s not the only place Sounds like a BS I know another place Where you can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining [Verse 4: Game] Ni**a done been everywhere Left trails in my city everywhere But nowhere like home C-O-M-P-T-O-N on B**ch come and dust my throne Stand from grandmother’s porch to my executive Porsche Now I’m driving through London and Rome With a Parisian b**ch Rockin corn rows, backseat of my Panamera watchin' pornos Where we goin? What we doin? Fly to Johannesburg, leave the city in ruins Then fly to Dubai on my poolside, coolin' My Audemar ain't waterproof, f**k it go and get a new one I done been everywhere around the world and that’s cool But can't no hotel f**kin' reserve us parked through My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move Move to back to Compton sh*t, we ought to Condos on Wilshire, sh*t I bought two Livin' down the street where BIG got shot, I haunt you And the very next day where Pac met his fate It’s how we live our life, surrounded by tape Pause [Verse 5: Game] Where the angels fly, city of angels I will never let you down Kill anything approaching my crown Still undefeated That’s why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches But don’t get it confused, city still got rules Wear the wrong colors, ni**a end up on the news Lights out like Durant in a Drew Then I’m right back down Compton avenue in a Buick If you had a heart, niggas put a bullet through it And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it? Would you do it? If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it? Would you be from Grape Street or would you Piru it? Here’s my red rag, it says, "ain’t nothing to it" They go the 60’s, motherf**ker good luck (Welcome to California b**ch) They go the 60’s, motherf**ker good luck [Verse 6: Schoolboy Q] From the corner where that hoes said to kick at Short dress, hair down the bizack You know me with my thumb in my index Nah, I ain’t bloodin' ni**a Pass blunts to my cousins ni**a Turn hell into gold, I can pon the river High power, you a Amish liver Cali dro in my lungs and such Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk My shoe box should’ve been a armored truck Everything good, feeling marvelous Came to the city, that you honored us You don’t talk me a Game, no game homie Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it Uh, and this the 3rd degree Burn like the bridge and yo business, uh Started at the floor, at the beginning, uh Now I rep the floor until the ending, uh Smoking on L's cause I’m winnin', uh Wax getting blowed, just to kindle it, uh Uh, yea now back to the groove, back to the hoes Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2 No Cali J, I still ran all blow All in the trim, straight lookin like you Free tattoo [Verse 7: Schoolboy Q] I’m in the gangsta sh*t, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib Need a gangsta b**ch to take the d**e and hop the fence Might die on the freeway Hey, much love to the heat wave, aye Watch you know about LA? (Welcome to California b**ch) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they dome us (Welcome to California b**ch) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they, pop pop pop [Hook 2] [Verse 8: Skeme] Got a b**ch, say she wanna f**k in Beverly Hills And I swear I’mma bring her to the set if she will And if I do the p**sy better be killed Just the way I make her feel, no Stephanie Mills These niggas heavily trill, these haters never be real I came up in a world where it’s kill or be killed I swear that every b**ch I used to f**k, f**kin' me still Just give a dick, never covered a bill This sh*t is real, this west side INGLCL Bands on them b**ches, getting ends on them b**ches Gold framed Cartier lives on the b**ches Last long like I’m using extends on them b**ches I’m a native, I got real niggas with me Golden state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White Middle fingers for the pigs Tell them b**ch niggas suck a dick Man come and get me aight [Outro] This ni**a Chuck want a ni**a be in here Rappin' all day and sh*t Blood, I got to go get my sh*t braided Ni**a ends and sh*t all out And I ain't got no lean? F**k this, we out this b**ch What's happening though? (Welcome to California b**ch) [Hook 2]