Welcome to California

[Hook: repeat 2X] Welcome to the Golden State West Coast California where the one time hate Bloods, Crips, esés quick to regulate Lowride and hit switches till the bumper break [Verse 1] Uh, yeah I'm leanin' back in my Chevy Impala hittin' the curb Swooping up all the homies see my dogs so I swerve To the left on 3 wheels Y'all know the deal Got the spokes with the chrome grill With hydraulics Hittin' switches on a day-to-day From Compton, Carson, Inglewood, down to the Dirty Bay Ridin' the Cali way Dippin' initiating sparks on the interstate Music blastin' and "California" written on the license plate I love the Golden State Sunny skies and the palm trees, beaches and lowriders Singing songs like the Eastsiders Sayin' "What? What? Uh? Yeah?" Straight outta of the land of the unforgiven Homies in prison wishing they ain't had three strikes But this Cali thug way of livin' got 'em twenty-five to life It's rags and bandanas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies and thug grammar G's full of their evil ways like Santana [Verse 2] From Long Beach down to West Convina Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs, Hollywood down to Pasadena 'Frisco, Oakland down to the Marina Sac-town and San Jo back to Catalina Ya gotta love it y'all, the sunny weather No sweaters or leather Just mink brims and a pimp feather The land of superstars and nice cars with chrome tires And bad traffic backed up for miles [But we] still rollin' til the wheels fall off, gotta floss In the Benz or Escalade No need to playa' hate This killa' Cali where gangstas rally and tally The murders, in streets or alleys From the Projects to the Valleys Chuck Taylors, khaki suits, skip the wind breakers This California, home of the three time champ Lakers [Announcer] Robert Horry passes it over to Shaq, Shaq out to Kobe, behind the three point line... It's good!!! [Verse 3] I'm from the land of drive-bys and acmatics Thug lords, Blood and Crip riders and drug addicts with bad habits Charismatic with automatics and bandits holding these cannons It's scandalous how they be dumpin' til' the last man standin' That's why, gotta get to preachin' while they still alive Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly It's do or die in the Golden State Most riders regulate off of the smallest things Like Red or Blue colors, then catch a case It's California though, I love it like the riders do Poppin' our collars, dippin' in Impalas, dog I'm stayin' true Throw up the "W", this here's the anthem For every ghetto, projects, neighborhood and street alley Where guns be clappin' Where they packin' a Mac or Magnum, braggin' How they be jackin', attackin', smackin' Takin' action just to get reaction C-A-L-O-F-O-R-N-I-A Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento and the streets of L.A This is the killin' fields, y'all! [Hook: repeat 4X]