Thank you.
It's a golden state, California, home of the hustle and hit.
Where the buddies like, oh, top knots.
Forget the straps, who could have guessed a young buck like me?
Become the shots, running back like it's going out of style.
You thought I'd knock, only place that I've seen, nine out of ten women tight.
Big tits, bubble ass, they work a dick all night.
Sunny degrees in December.
Bikini, bras, and thongs to make the thugs surrender.
Hit the beach in a tuba, you feel me?
I'm trying to tell you.
It's all for the technicals, plenty chronic for the bacon.
Boss with a tube, but the party never ends.
And I'ma stay high with a little help from my friend.
Pass the land and let me throw my mind in soap.
Crack a piece, still getting nice and always under control.
Born, raised, and I'm a dot rod hit.
Smoked out, let me drop.
Getting love from my peers.
June 21st.
It all starts.
Get together with your crew and gather up at the park.
Summertime coming for a cold one.
Along with a bag full of chronic full of lungs.
From Broadway to Maine.
Drunk driving in a two-way lane.
High-sided with bitches up in a Mustang.
Tight rhymes and white lines are signs that these are...
The good times.
It's the summertime.
In Central Cali.
That's where we get bad, bad, ooh.
It's the summertime, baby, in Southern California.
That's where we get rowdy, rowdy.
I hope you don't mind, but baby, you fine.
And what kind of man you looking for to kill it from behind?
See, I'm the one in the background waiting to make a move on you.
And I can tell by the way you look, you feel the same as I do.
So come through with your girlfriends and get together.
With the C to the L to the crooked letter.
Mobile or no leather, summer gear.
Come here and let me show you some fun.
Three months out of the year.
We out in the street, swerving.
Laced up Pulling all the hotness perving Hook it up Time to fill up my cup With some Bacardi and cup
Let me get my slip, get my slip off the shop.
Y'all jacking with some Victoria's Secret type of whip.
I get to fuck with the real homie.
I'm trying to catch a feel.
You love the deal.
Everything is a Friday in Cali.
Sun out, the sun down.
Party, that's how it goes down.
My loved ones enjoy this California lip.
Cadillac tippin' and parking lot pimpin' Just sippin', no trippin' Go and do what you like, you better get in the way you fittin'
Take my word, you heard, we gets down.
We're tropical weather, summer groomed, yeah, round.
Ooh, it's the summertime.
Ooh, it's in Central Cali, ooh.
That's where we get bad, bad.
It's the summertime, baby.
It's Southern California.
That's where we get rowdy, rowdy.
It's the summertime.
It's in Central Cali.
That's where we get bout it, bout it.
It's the summertime, baby, in Southern California.
That's where we get rowdy, rowdy
