Astronaut Pussy/Welcome to California

[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 nigga 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 bitch 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 ass 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’ ass, shit we money team Same fuck niggas with they hand out Same sad song, bring the bands out Nigga 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 nigga was black thought Now hold that thought Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4 Motherfuckers 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 nigga Son niggas my new litter Fuck 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 nigga, you’s arcade Had a switch blade in the 5th grade Smoked plenty weed 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 fuck niggas we don’t fuck witH tHem And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung Knock knock nigga, come feel tHe drum If tHe bread low I’mma stack tHe crumb Up tHe contraband in-between my gun Before smoking dope I was selling coke Well rocked up to a 8 year old WHen it popped up, call it pot luck 500 G’s, nigga 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 nigga really tryna stunt, fuck 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 ass niggas ain’t sayin nothing This flow here, niggas can’t touch it Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz Doing doughnuts in the bitch 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 nigga 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 nigga New Rolls go vroom nigga .45 cocked back like boom nigga Got enough loot to fill up a room nigga And I’m rolling these blunts at 100 a go Gave her that dick now she beggin' for more Made me a millie, yo bitch 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 nigga this bloodin' Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it [Hook] [Welcome To California] [Intro: Too Short] Welcome to California bitch Welcome to California bitch [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] Nigga done been everywhere Left trails in my city everywhere But nowhere like home C-O-M-P-T-O-N on Bitch 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 bitch 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, fuck it go and get a new one I done been everywhere around the world and that’s cool But can't no hotel fuckin' reserve us parked through My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move Move to back to Compton shit, we ought to Condos on Wilshire, shit 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, nigga 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, motherfucker good luck (Welcome to California bitch) They go the 60’s, motherfucker 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' nigga Pass blunts to my cousins nigga Turn hell into gold, I can pon the river HiiiPower, 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 Figg tattoo [Verse 7: Schoolboy Q] I’m in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence Might die on the freeway Hey, much love to the Kee-Way, aye Watch you know about LA? (Welcome to California bitch) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they dome us (Welcome to California bitch) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they, pop pop pop [Hook 2] [Verse 8: Skeme] Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills And I swear I’mma bring her to the set if she will And if I do the pussy 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 bitch I used to fuck, fuckin' me still Just give a dick, never covered a bill This shit is real, this west side INGLCL Bands on them bitches, getting ends on them bitches Gold framed Cartier lives on the bitches Last long like I’m using extends on them bitches 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 bitch niggas suck a dick Man come and get me aight [Outro] This nigga Chuck want a nigga be in here Rappin' all day and shit Blood, I got to go get my shit braided Nigga ends and shit all out And I ain't got no lean? Fuck this, we out this bitch What's happening though? (Welcome to California bitch) [Hook 2]