Jay Rock, The Game - Follow Me Home (Cali Soul) lyrics
[Jay Rock, The Game - Follow Me Home Cali Soul lyrics]
Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Land of the palm trees, buying weed
We smoking
Home of the low-lows, 6-4's, we rollin
Chuck Taylor's and Nikes
Wife beaters and white tees
Up in the Bay area, boys gettin hyphy
Los Angeles where them boys
Rocking them colors hard
Running from one time
We ain't living behind them bars
Take you on Crenshaw
Then show you how to ride a car
Hit a couple of switches
You won't have to buy a bra
Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin
Lookin like a star
Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra
Pocket full of cash, we smash
We all at the mall hit a swapmeet
Snatch some khakis up off the wall
Turn your music up cus we don't
Give a fuck about the law
Only Lord knows, this is California soul
C-a-l-if-o-r-n-ia
My name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me
So ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town
They'll tell you how it go down
Ain't no California love
We California thugs
We throw California slugs
So throw up a California dub
Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless
Changin my number nigga the
Streets steady callin, but
Moneys my target, nobodys flawless
Step in my building still got
The work under my carpet
Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin
Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment
South Central active, gang bang capitol
Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg
It's factual what set you claim? Little
Homey they askin you
Wrong color, wrong sign, boy they blastin you
And when you passin though better
Have a pass with u because these boys in the
Hood they'll casket you
Nothin but the truth is what I'm givin you
Lord knows, the life of a California soul
C-a-l-if-o-r-n-ia
My name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me
So ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town
They'll tell you how it go down
Ain't no California love
We California thugs
We throw California slugs
So throw up a California dub
Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Still in my hood on my beach cruiser
Pedaling niggas think I'm a rookie but got
The heart of a veteran nigga I'm a doctor
You hear I got that medicine
For them patients they say the go
Around me but that's irrelavent
Balls hangin low just like a elephant
Still ridin high like a pelican
Nigga I ain't studder man
I do it for the gutta men
I do it for my people on a
Hustle on a struggle, we go? dawg
I do it for the W, west
Coast my coast, Watts, california
My hood my burough
Plus I gotta keep it thorough
Man I gotta keep it gangsta
That's what I am no wanksta, never that
Momma never raised a chump
Watch what you sayin huh
Only Lord knows, California soul
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Land of the palm trees, buying weed
We smoking
Home of the low-lows, 6-4's, we rollin
Chuck Taylor's and Nikes
Wife beaters and white tees
Up in the Bay area, boys gettin hyphy
Los Angeles where them boys
Rocking them colors hard
Running from one time
We ain't living behind them bars
Take you on Crenshaw
Then show you how to ride a car
Hit a couple of switches
You won't have to buy a bra
Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin
Lookin like a star
Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra
Pocket full of cash, we smash
We all at the mall hit a swapmeet
Snatch some khakis up off the wall
Turn your music up cus we don't
Give a fuck about the law
Only Lord knows, this is California soul
C-a-l-if-o-r-n-ia
My name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me
So ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town
They'll tell you how it go down
Ain't no California love
We California thugs
We throw California slugs
So throw up a California dub
Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless
Changin my number nigga the
Streets steady callin, but
Moneys my target, nobodys flawless
Step in my building still got
The work under my carpet
Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin
Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment
South Central active, gang bang capitol
Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg
It's factual what set you claim? Little
Homey they askin you
Wrong color, wrong sign, boy they blastin you
And when you passin though better
Have a pass with u because these boys in the
Hood they'll casket you
Nothin but the truth is what I'm givin you
Lord knows, the life of a California soul
C-a-l-if-o-r-n-ia
My name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me
So ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town
They'll tell you how it go down
Ain't no California love
We California thugs
We throw California slugs
So throw up a California dub
Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Still in my hood on my beach cruiser
Pedaling niggas think I'm a rookie but got
The heart of a veteran nigga I'm a doctor
You hear I got that medicine
For them patients they say the go
Around me but that's irrelavent
Balls hangin low just like a elephant
Still ridin high like a pelican
Nigga I ain't studder man
I do it for the gutta men
I do it for my people on a
Hustle on a struggle, we go? dawg
I do it for the W, west
Coast my coast, Watts, california
My hood my burough
Plus I gotta keep it thorough
Man I gotta keep it gangsta
That's what I am no wanksta, never that
Momma never raised a chump
Watch what you sayin huh
Only Lord knows, California soul