Bankroll Mob

Okay okay

You know you know

Well I be

Bumping California Love on the West Side

Thanking God for the w**d women and the sunshine

Dumb hot

Out on Sunset

Blowing kush

From the one time

You get a contact

Catch ya a*s at the red light

Wanna run at 'em sideways in a Hellcat

On some run flat

By the way I

Never seen a better view not in Malibu

Bunch of bad b***hes naked in the swimming pool

Hear the waves crashing playing spades in the living room

Cracking

Sound like a Doggystyle interlude

Kurupt Gotti n***a where the gas at

Moon rock got me acting like I never had s**t

From Bankhead to a Hollywood address

Same n***a tho

One on one get your a*s kicked

Respect it more than a tad bit

Every hood every set though

Sheesh

One time for the West Coast

LA the Bay from Sacramento out to San Diego California

Stay getting that work in California

And all the killers they show me love in California

I flew a b***h from the A to California

And I be smoking on the best loud in California

Ayy California oh California

I swear

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

Palm trees in the air the top pushed back

Blowing smoke out the roof cookies to be exact

I'm always in Cali cause this is where it's at

B***hes bud good weather what you know bout that

Where all the fly b***hes ride Benzs and Beamers

They either wanna be an actress or a singer

I'm at the strip club on Sunset throwing singles

With this bad b***h from Compton pouring lean up

Breaking down backwoods rolling gasoline up

Left the Laugh Factory pulled up in Inglewood

I f**k with some crips and I f**k with some bloods

And I f**k with some esé

My stash house in the Valley

Welcome to my palace

Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas

Selling OG from LA and crates from the Bay

Stay getting that work in California

And all the killers they show me love in California

I flew a b***h from the A to California

And I be smoking on the best loud in California

Ayy California oh California

I swear

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

You know I gotta show the West love

I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud

I been chilling with the goons yeah the real thugs

Went to Sacramento n***a met a real plug

I said I'm looking for the gas where the kill at

Want the strong gotta go where the hill at

I met a bad bopper chilling out in Frisco

Like to sip the lime a ritas and the sisco

I hopped my a*s on the 101 and headed north

And when I hit the hill I found what I was looking for

I'm feeling like a leprechaun with a pot of gold

Bags of the gas yeah the Colonel got a soul

I fly a b***h from the A with 100 racks

Put her a*s in a rental told her run it back

Fly another b***h in with 200 more

Welcome to California the State of gold

Stay getting that work in California

And all the killers they show me love in California

I flew a b***h from the A to California

And I be smoking on the best loud in California

Ayy California oh California

I swear

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

Somebody fly me out to 'Frisco

Oakland San Jose or Vallejo

Shout out to EPA Sacramento

Where they keep a n***a laced with all the good smoke

I wanna fly out to LA

Meet a bad little honey with a pretty face

I wanna slide out to Inglewood

Long Beach where it feels good

Compton where the hell you at

Show me love we be looking for the loud packs

Shout out to South Central shout out to Watts

Where the killers always got my back

I wanna chill out in Fresno

Stockton

I wanna go to San Diego

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

EDIT BY DJ SHAWN

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