Quincey White, Skeme, Glasses Malone - California lyrics
[Quincey White, Skeme, Glasses Malone - California lyrics]
DUBB we could hit Broadway, Slauson
Or Crenshaw or the Sunset strip is you
With it dogg? Its hard to choose
When a nigga got 10 cars wanna
Race I ain't gotta take my
Rims off on the hood You stupid
If you think my shit stock, and you ain't
Gotta pop the hood to see my shit
Hot i could barely hit the gas
And I peel out burn so much rubber should’ve
Brought some other wheels out the
Reals out, real bloods, real
Crips, and cholos in one
Function no guns, fighting
Or po-po’s better learn about
That dress code B's
And C's them other niggas copycats but these
Is G's i love Cali like I love
Women they wanna hear that real shit
And we the
Ones to give it don't criticize where I stay
I get luv from Daygo to the Bay
Nigga 2 Live & Die in LA
They say all we good for is gang
Banging, and palm trees, palm trees
Palm trees bad bitches, sunny beaches, and
Bomb weed, bomb weed, bomb weed
Chuck Taylors, Cortez, white tees, and
Bandanas red flag, Blue flag, brown Flag
It’s a Liquor store and Swap
Meet in every corner
G malone i slide it to the ceiling
Youtube it I'm in Athens in a Bentley youtube
It west side for the hood day im
The realest nigga did it once you press
Play nigga named it then I pushed
It who wants some sherm bitch I cook it
How many gallons have your racks right
Let em know the waterboy coming back for
One night i know the ones listening
(fuck em) who wanna dip? Lake Michigan
Nigga michellin wrapped forgiato’s my bitch
Do her lean with moscato scottie
Beam her up i seen
A lot of paper I ain't never
Seen enough c’s love a
Nigga B’s love me more the hoes love a nigga
You know I love these hoes
SKEME niggas politicking who the realest is
I got grown man money
Boy you still a kid rapping
Bout some shit that
You ain't ever lived and yall know where I’m
At shit yall ain't never here born on
A silver moon without a silver spoon
Counted my dirty money in my granny living
Room never took a break bitch
No interludes ain't got time to
Play with niggas i
Ain't in the mood i might play dumb
But never been a fool life lessons teach
You quick what crooked nigga do
Most these rappers act the same way
These bitches do but I
Just roll with the punches you know
Stick and move show and prove
Ball or fall pray
You don’t fold if ever your back against the
Wall came in this shit with nothing
Now we want it all road to the
Riches just praying my engine never stall
Or Crenshaw or the Sunset strip is you
With it dogg? Its hard to choose
When a nigga got 10 cars wanna
Race I ain't gotta take my
Rims off on the hood You stupid
If you think my shit stock, and you ain't
Gotta pop the hood to see my shit
Hot i could barely hit the gas
And I peel out burn so much rubber should’ve
Brought some other wheels out the
Reals out, real bloods, real
Crips, and cholos in one
Function no guns, fighting
Or po-po’s better learn about
That dress code B's
And C's them other niggas copycats but these
Is G's i love Cali like I love
Women they wanna hear that real shit
And we the
Ones to give it don't criticize where I stay
I get luv from Daygo to the Bay
Nigga 2 Live & Die in LA
They say all we good for is gang
Banging, and palm trees, palm trees
Palm trees bad bitches, sunny beaches, and
Bomb weed, bomb weed, bomb weed
Chuck Taylors, Cortez, white tees, and
Bandanas red flag, Blue flag, brown Flag
It’s a Liquor store and Swap
Meet in every corner
G malone i slide it to the ceiling
Youtube it I'm in Athens in a Bentley youtube
It west side for the hood day im
The realest nigga did it once you press
Play nigga named it then I pushed
It who wants some sherm bitch I cook it
How many gallons have your racks right
Let em know the waterboy coming back for
One night i know the ones listening
(fuck em) who wanna dip? Lake Michigan
Nigga michellin wrapped forgiato’s my bitch
Do her lean with moscato scottie
Beam her up i seen
A lot of paper I ain't never
Seen enough c’s love a
Nigga B’s love me more the hoes love a nigga
You know I love these hoes
SKEME niggas politicking who the realest is
I got grown man money
Boy you still a kid rapping
Bout some shit that
You ain't ever lived and yall know where I’m
At shit yall ain't never here born on
A silver moon without a silver spoon
Counted my dirty money in my granny living
Room never took a break bitch
No interludes ain't got time to
Play with niggas i
Ain't in the mood i might play dumb
But never been a fool life lessons teach
You quick what crooked nigga do
Most these rappers act the same way
These bitches do but I
Just roll with the punches you know
Stick and move show and prove
Ball or fall pray
You don’t fold if ever your back against the
Wall came in this shit with nothing
Now we want it all road to the
Riches just praying my engine never stall