Artist: The Game f/ ScHoolboy Q, Skeme, Too $hort Album: OKE: Operation Kill Everything Song: Welcome to California Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: Too $hort] Welcome to California bitch Welcome to California bitch [Chorus 2] Ski's not the only place Sounds like a BS I know another place Where you can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining [Game] Nigga done run everywhere Left trails in my city everywhere But nowhere like home C-O-M-P-T-O-N on Bitch come and dust my throne Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche Now I'm driving through London alone With a Parisian bitch Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos Where we goin? What we doin? Fly to Johannesburg Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai On my poolside, coolin my Audemar You waterproof fuckin gone, let em know that I admit Everywhere around the world and that's cool But can a hotel fuckin reserve us parked through My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move Move to back to Compton shit, we are too Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two Livin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt you And the very next day where Pac met his fate It's how we live our life, surrounded by tape Pause [Game] Where the angels fly, city of angels… I will never let you down Kill anything approaching my crown Still undefeated That's why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches But don't get it confused, said he still got moves Where the wrong colors niggas end up on the news like Sal Like Durant in a dream then I'm right back down Compton avenue in a Buick If you had the hot niggas put a bullet through it And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it? Would you do it? If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it? Would you be from great street or would you Piru it? Here's my red raggers that's ain't nothing to it There go the 60's, motherfucker good luck (Welcome to California bitch) They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck [ScHoolboy Q] From the corner where that ho said that hit kat Short dress, hair down her bizac You know me with my thumb in my index Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga Pass blunts to my cousins nigga Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river High power, you a amish liver Cali dro in my lungs and such Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk My shoe box should've been a armored truck Everything good, feeling marvelous Came to the city, that you honored us You don't talk me a game, no game homie Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it Uh, Mr. 3rd degree Burn like the bridge and yo business uh Started at the floor, at the beginning uh Now I rep the floor until the ending uh Smoking on ills cuz I'm winnin Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2 No Cali J, I still ran all blow All in the trim, straight lookin like you Free tattoo [ScHoolboy Q] I'm in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence Might die on the freeway Hey, much love to the he way, aye Watch you know about LA? (Welcome to California bitch) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they dome us (Welcome to California bitch) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they… [Chorus 2] [Skeme] Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills And I swear I'mma bring her to the set if she will And if I do the pussy better killin Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills These niggas hella be trip, these niggas never be real I came up in a world where it's kill or be killed I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuck me still Just give a dick, never covered a bill This shit is real, this west side INGFCF Bands on them bitches, getting M's on them bitches Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches Last long like I'm using extends on them bitches I'm a native, I got real niggas with me Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White Middle fingers for the peace Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick Man come and get me out [Chorus 2]