Throwing up the upside down M
The upside down M
E-40 the W
Like the hotel
West Coast
You all picked the right person
To bring this shit to life
California
I'mma speak some real this
This how that shit go down
I'm the soul narrator
E-40
It's zany on these dumping grounds
Don't be slipping with your pants down
They got some big shit hundred rounds
That'll knock you out your shoes
And spin your neck around
Crooked cops crooked dice crooked streets
Dark guns dark alleys dark reefs
Don't get fooled by the palm trees and the beach
They wake your ass up put the pistol to your teeth
Where the safe at
Where the shoe box
Where your duffel patna
Lost souls they don't believe in karma
The fast lane fast cars fast cash
Bad bitches big titties big ass
Who out here
Celebrities and socialites
Pimps gangstas and hustlas under the streetlights
They'll run up on you
Make sure you with some real ones
When you come in California
California
Even when it's flying high
Watching the weather
Up above the city skies
And getting it together
California California
California
California
Cali
The land of opportunity
San Quintin and Silicon Valley
Where they learn to play the corner
Where they play with drumsticks
That'll go through body armour
In the Pacific to be specific
What they like to do
Where they'll follow you on the freeway
Catch you getting off an exit
When you least expect it
Unexpected unexpected
In the middle
Of the daylight with a traffic
Bold cold these judges ain't planning
On getting old old
Got hit now he laying up in the road road
His mama outside up in her robe robe
Her robe
Where you from
West Coast
You sick out this b***h as I squash like this
The fog and the mist
West Coast
I yell that shit out
That's all that I know
That's how that shit go
Even when it's flying high
Watching the weather
Up above and try hard to
Get it together
California California
California
California
Up above the cities skies in California
And soon we'll be flying high
In California
In California
In California
California
In California
