T-Bone - Welcome To California lyrics

Hook (repeat 2x)

Welcome to the golden state
West Coast California where tha 1 time hate
Bloods, crisps, ese´s quick to regulate
Lowride & hit switches until the bumber brake

Verse I

I am leanin´ back in my Cheve Impala hittin´ tha curb
Swooping up al the hommie´s see my doggs so I swerve
To the left on 3 wheels
Y´all know the deal
Got tha spikes wit´ tha chrome grill
That is how we do it
Hittin´ switches on a day 2 day
From Compton, Carson, Inglewood,
Down to tha Dirty Bay
Ridin´ tha Call way
Dippin´ initiation sparks on tha interstate
Music blastin´ and California written on tha license plate
I love tha Golden State
Sunny sky´s & tha palm trees
Beaches & lowriders
Singing songs like tha Eastsiders
Sayin´ What, What?
Straight outta tha land of the unforgotten
Hommie´s in prison
Wishing they aint had 3 strikes
But this Cali thug way of livin´ got em´ 25 to life
It is rags & bandannas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies & Thug Grammar
G´s full of they evil ways like Santana

Verse II

From Long Beach down to West Convina
Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs
Hollywood down to Pasadena
Frisco, Oakland down to tha Marina
Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina
Ya have got to love it y´all,
Tha sunny weather no sweater or leather
Just mink brims & a pimp feather
The land of super stars & nice cars
Wit´ shrome tires & bad traffic back up for miles
But we, still rollin´ until tha wheels fall off, have got to floss
In tha Benz or Escalade
No need to playa hate
This Killa Cali where gangstas rally & tally
The murders, in streets or alleys
From the projects to the valley
Chuck Taylors, khaki suits, skip the wind breakers
This California home of the 3 times champ Lakers

Verse III

I am from tha land of drive-by´s & automatics
Thug lords, bood & crip ryders & drug addicts with bad habits
Charismatic wi´t automatics & bandits
Holding these cannons it is scandalous how they be dumpin´ until tha
Last man standin´
They´s why, have got to get to preachin´ while they still alive
Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly
It is do or die in tha Golden State
Most ryders regulate off of tha smallest things
Like red or blue colors
Then catch a case
It is California though
I love it like tha rydas do
Poppin´ our collas, dippin´ in Impalas
Dogg I am stayin true, T throw up the "W"
This here is that anthem, for every ghetto, projects, neighborhood & street
Alley, where gunz be clappin´
Where thy packin´ a mack or magnum, braggin´
How they be jackin´ attackin´, smackin´
Taken action just to get reaction, C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A
Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento, & tha streets of LA

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