California

[Verse 1] Palm tress, beautiful women Drop-top Phantom, now this is living Started off chopping crack in my Grandma's kitchen But y'all know that, so let's get down to business Out of towners beware of what you wear "Yo, son I'm from New York" but we don't care The Crips, the Bloods, the Eses The Daytons, the Dubs, the Chefes What you know about Cali, everything iray I make the dinner you be sure to scrape the plate From Compton's Most to N.W.A From Snoop Dogg to Dr. Dre, niggas love us What about the bitches, you mean these bitches Bouncin' in my backseat when my Impala hit switches They ridin' with a king, a California king If it ain't about that, it ain't 'bout a mothafuckin' thing I'm living the American dream, sittin' fat but I don't sing I don't fuck with rats if you know what I mean You thinkin' 50 but I'm talkin' Christina Milian sucked a million dicks but still ain't sold a million Bitch tryna get a rock like a milli on I know you like "what this gotta do with L.A.?" Bitch tried to fuck me and she almost fucked Dre, so Yeah, slow this shit down, man I'mma let California fuck you now, yeah That's right, how it feel? Know California niggas got big dicks, big trucks, big mouths, big guns We'll fuck you all night Straight R&B, Black Wall Street Records we don't play no games And after four albums what the fuck you want from a nigga? I got the houses here, Miami, condo in New York, condo in Wilshire I done lived in Beverley Hills Look down the street at Range Rovers, Bentleys and Phantoms passin' by As the wind blows through my fuckin' fade Niggas know what it is with me, nigga California King and that's for life Give a fuck what a nigga say [Verse 2] Let me introduce ya to somethin' you're not used to I'm California's future, sit back, watch what I do to These Dre beats, these Timbaland tracks I Just Blaze 'em, I spit crack I Scott Storch 'em, you can't afford 'em Every hot producer seen Game record My flow out of this world like Neptune California's don, I came to the rescue First time, Snoop Dogg ever heard me spit His reply was like "Damn, nephew" That was '05 Now it's '011, four albums, six years, I'm ahead of my time I let you niggas be LeBron Even he can't see Kobe in his prime Picture Kobe and LeBron's, that's too much game I'm out of my mind That's a hot line, I think niggas wanna hear me say that one more time Picture Kobe and LeBron's, that's too much game I'm out of my mind Out of my soul Been havin' out of body experiences since I was seven years old Look at California, he ain't scared Shot a deuce-five before he had Nike Airs My pops like "there goes the block", I'm like "where" Brass knuckles in my Levi's, never fight fair Twenty years later, I'm right here Red rag wipin' off all white Airs Let a nigga step on 'em, I'mma go Wyclef on 'em Could go Raekwon the Chef on 'em Throwin' up a dub, bangin' Wu-Tang Ridin' with a chopper like a young Hussein In a new range Fuck with the Crips but I'm from the P-I-R-U gang Momma, I did it, you told me to so I spit it I don't just talk Cali, I live it From Aftermath to Sick Wit It I'm sick with it, so nigga admit it You'll never be Game, never be Pac, never be Doggy Dogg I don't know why you spit cause nigga you ain't shit You writin' for Detox? Nigga, suck my dick Me and Hittman did that before First Mel-Man left and I seen a trapdoor Came in through the back, nobody can stop him Not E-V-E, Busta Rhymes or Rakim And Bus my nigga, so I would never diss him Fuck over any other rapper with Henny in my system Who want it? Not Jigga I'm treacherous like Trigga I'm Naughty By Nature nigga With more priers than Richard And I can say whatever cause I made Jimmy Iovine richer And he get richer every time I call you a bitch ass nigga Let Chris Bosch run up on Kobe again I'mma catch him in the club and open his chin Cause I ride or die for this Cali shit Break a nigga off proper like a Valley bitch I chop a nigga down like a brick of raw I'm Notorious like Biggie Smalls I know he from New York, but he like me Last thing I wanna do before I D-I-E Is look at, look at, look at California Look at, look at, look at California Look at, look at, look at California Look at, look at, look at California I know New York the mecca of hip hop ATL doing their thing, Chi-Town breed Kanye and mo' fuckin' Common Some times y'all gotta look at California Ayo, Jimmy Iovine, tell Dre these headphones are the shit