What's up, day one. Give us some CA guidelines real quick.

Yeah. Don't raise your hands around me unless you're slow something. Don't wave your hands

around me unless you throw something. It's P funk, C funk, or no funk at all. LAPD on

my back and they won't get off. Cause I'm a Cali boy. That's on my hood, fool. A valley

boy and you can put that on my hood, too. So stay clean, deputy, and if it bothers you,

you can't smell wet back without the W. And I see some of you get your recipe exposed.

We in the kitchen making California rolls. Don't want to let me go home on my parole

date, but let the governor terminate a whole state. She Watergate ain't got nothing on my

scandal. They put a government bracelet on my ankle to keep me on the out day once in

juvenile. I'm certified in the West, so how you like me now? West side. I'm a Cali boy. I'm not

your everyday average boy. I roll around with my big old toy. I'm a Cali boy. I'm not your

everyday average boy. I roll around with my big old toy. You don't want no problems with me. You

can't handle my beef. I got that dog in me. I stay green like that green, purple like that purple

before I start rapping. MC's look like purple with funny ass haircuts and tight ass clothes.

No six foes. The game was exposed. I had to come through like Dark Vader with Activator and all

that. A nigga act like the Raiders. Now you know why I rap like Blowfly, because I'm a C -A -L -I -B -O -Y.

So fly. I do this shit flow live. Don't lie. A nigga is a soldier. I told you this right hand

will fold you. This California Cobra ain't never ever sober. No Testarossa, West Coast or Nostra.

Black and brown stay down like we supposed to. It's the governor. Laugh now, cry later. If I ran,

I can beat Schwarzenegger. I'm a Cali boy. I'm not your everyday average boy.

I roll around with my big old toy. I'm a Cali boy. I'm not your everyday average boy.

I roll around with my big old toy. You don't want no problems with me. You can't handle my beef. I

got that dog in me. Got them oldies bumping from the low low. Cali boys, Pomona, the Fresno. Now

look who's in your rear view. It's Sleepy Milo, Ice Cube, Sweet Room, from Sactown to Dago.

We squeezing money through our palms. It's sticking like Play -Doh. We off tequilas and margaritas,

fried chicken, watermelon. You don't want to see us. Them chrome Harleys shining like icicles.

Lolo's hopping. Bitches titties jiggle. It's just that West Coast gangsta shit. Hood to hood,

set to set, click to click. We got stripes like the Star Spangled. We off bushes of cooks,

Emeril's Triangle. Huff, puff, pass, pass. Hey, this is California, homie. Stay banging your flag.

I'm a Cali boy. I'm not your everyday average boy. I roll around with my big old toy.

I'm a Cali boy. I'm not your everyday average boy. I roll around with my big old toy.

Y 'all want no problems with me? You can't handle my beef. I got that dog in me.

This for my Cali boys in LA. All my Cali boys in the Bay. All my Cali boys in Dago. All my Cali

boys in Fakersfield. All my Cali boys in San Jose. All my Cali boys on the East Coast. All my Cali