Artist: Colonel Loud f/ Ricco Barrino, T.I., Young Dolph Album: California (S) Song: California Typed by: Cedmaster3K [T.I.] {"Mr. Hanky!"} Bankroll Mob Okay, okay, a-you know, you know Well I be, bumpin' "California Love" on the Westside Thanking God for the weed, women and the sunshine Dumb hot, out on Sunset Blowin' kush up from the one time, you get a contact Catch ya ass 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 bitches naked in the swimmin' pool Hear the waves crashin', playin' spades in the livin' room We crackin', sound like a "Doggystyle" interlude (hey!) Kurupt Gotti, nigga where the gas at? Moon rock got me actin' like I never had shit From Bankhead to a Hollywood address (BANKHEAD!!) Same nigga though, one on one, get your ass kicked Woo! 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 [Chorus: Ricco Barrino] I stay gettin' that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California, yeah I flew a bitch from the A to California (California) And I be smokin' on the best loud in California, ayy California, aww California, I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that - Caaaaa-li~! [Young Dolph] Palm trees in the air, the top pushed back Blowin' smoke out the roof, cookies to be exact I'm always in Cali cause this is where it's at Bitches, bud, good weather, what you know 'bout that? Where all the fly bitches ride Benzes and Beamers They either wanna be an actress or a singer I'm at the strip club on Sunset, throwin' singles With this bad bitch from Compton, pourin' lean up Breakin' down Backwoods, rollin' gasoline up Left the Laugh Factory, pulled up in Inglewood I fuck with some Crips and I fuck with some Bloods And I fuck with some Esés My stash house in the Valley, welcome to my palace Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas Sellin' OG from LA and crates from the Bay~! [Chorus] [Colonel Loud] Uhh; you know I gotta show the West love I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud I been chillin' with the goons, yeah the real thugs Went to Sacramento, nigga met a real plug I said "I'm lookin' for the gas, where the kill at?" Want the strong, gotta go where the Hill at I met a bad bopper chillin' out in Frisco Like to sip the Lime-A-Ritas and the Sisco I hopped my ass on the 101 and headed north And when I hit the Hill, I found what I was lookin' for I'm feelin' like a leprechaun with a pot of gold Bags of the gas, yeah the Colonel got a soul I fly a bitch from the A with 100 racks Put her ass in a rental, tell her "Run it back" Fly another bitch in with 200 more Welcome to California, the state of gold [Chorus] [Ricco Barrino] Somebody fly me out to 'Frisco Oakland, San Jose or Vallejo Shout out to EPA, Sacramento Where they keep a nigga laced with all the good smoke I wanna fly out to L.A. Meet a bad little honey with a pretty face I wanna slide out to Inglewood Long Beach where it feels good And Compton, where the hell you at? Show me love, we be lookin' 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, yeah! I got to get back to that place to smoke on that - Caaaaa-li~! (ayy, that's why)