Artist: Trek Life f/ Audio Live, J.Bizness, Skeem Price Album: Wouldn't Change Nothing Song: Still Never Rains Typed by: @TrekLife @MelloMusicGroup Chorus (J.Bizness) You see we Break bread in the Golden State If you from outta town then you know from the gate We got Palm Trees gangbangin and the best smoke But there's so much more to the West Coast So pay attention and avoid the fakes Dirty Cops and baffling unemployment rates And there's a lotta strain it can put upon ya But it Still Never Rains in Southern California 1st Verse (Audio Live) Most people come here with a dream to chase Knowing only Hollywood & ain't never even seen the place But for me it's all I've ever known And I feel it in my face when the Santa Ana winds is blown Yes It's nothing less than the Mecca Avenue of the stars ridin in a double Decker It's such a broad spectrum in this place From Hue Hefner to Maria full of Grace The pace is so fast and it ain't slowin It might swallow you whole man if you ain't knowin' From wild fires and homes getting burned down To applications turned in and turned down But the beauty is still unmatched And the doors always wide open and unlatched A broad mix of prosperity and pain Dark ominous clouds but it still, never, rains Chorus (J.Bizness) You see we Break bread in the Golden State If you from outta town then you know from the gate We got Palm Trees gangbangin and the best smoke But there's so much more to the West Coast So pay attention and avoid the fakes Dirty Cops and baffling unemployment rates And there's a lotta strain it can put upon ya But it Still Never Rains in Southern California 2nd Verse (Trek Life) I'm from the 626 That's from the Cov, Du-Rock to Pasadena Anywhere in-between em To Glendale We inhale Death and turn the beat up Sinners to non-believers just tryin' to beat the heat up My homie passed the bar We backyard celebrating Playin bones barbequing burning the weed up His little brother behind bars we pour it out for em Be a minute before we see another re-up It's just the ying and the yang In a city where they bling and they bang And it's an even exchange To play a broad homie trust me they'll do you the same So we treat em like we treat they can leave or they stay When I say the bitch I can't even explain How some a these broads act when they be from LA Chorus (J.Bizness) You see we Break bread in the Golden State If you from outta town then you know from the gate We got Palm Trees gangbangin and the best smoke But there's so much more to the West Coast So pay attention and avoid the fakes Dirty Cops and baffling unemployment rates And there's a lotta strain it can put upon ya But it Still Never Rains in Southern California 3rd Verse (Skeem Price) See she She my guardian Angelist from the high-speed chase To hoppin over gates And I spit, my soul as I walk these roads And kick rocks to the clucks and the stash I goes And on me The palm trees can talk They chop the lines in the chalk The K9s would bark but they can't So they don't yeah ain't no snitches So we speak with the stitches Cars and the Bitches Stars and the riches is what my aim fo' Reason why these youngsters bang fo' Born and raised but the 9 area codes my home Towns where I roam Clownin the globe Servin in the stones with the keys in front Plottin on Hollywood just to see the stunts And my broddy doin 65 all from caine So just feel my pain but it still never rains Chorus (J.Bizness) You see we Break bread in the Golden State If you from outta town then you know from the gate We got Palm Trees gangbangin and the best smoke But there's so much more to the West Coast So pay attention and avoid the fakes Dirty Cops and baffling unemployment rates And there's a lotta strain it can put upon ya But it Still Never Rains in Southern California