"California" lyrics

Boy, he do it (Oh god)
I'm from the murder side, Long Beach
Certified, rollin' 20-crip, you heard it right, boy (Oh god)
No place you can hide, throwin' up the seat
Got homies from the other side, boy (Oh god)
I hooked up with more hoggs, Cube, 40 and Sho-Dogg
Representin' Cali (Oh god), we back on it boy
Mount Westmore, put a step on it boy
We smack on you, boy (Oh god)
Blowin' smoke through the ozone (Aaaah)
Hit the block and get my roll on
Money lookin' so long (Oh god)
All my niggas on the same shit
Pick one, you can't go wrong (Yes-sir)
Yeah for sure boy, we do it, we sip the fluid
Dippin' and movin', smokin' the best weed
Just look to the left, live in the flesh
Four niggas throwin' up the West

Out of the dark alleys of Californ-I-A
Bow-wow-wow, yippy-yo, yippy-yay
Where the Gs play, home of the crookers and the falcon
Oh, yeah, that's the Bay, but out in LA
We prefer the four, the deuce, or the tray

California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California-

Whoop, whoop
That's the blood call (Oooh-oooh)
Make you wanna crip walk
Southern California (Oh god), from LA to the Bay
I'm from Northern California, where the hustlers play
Survival (Oh god), still relevant like the bible
Tribal, prayin' for all my enemies, continuin' writin' history
Doing it all over again (Oh god), because we gon' finish up where we started (Oh god)
This lap right here is sick, might make you speakers vomit
I was still gettin' guarded, fountain to fountain to youth
Lookin' the same way that I look, back in nineteen ninety-deuce (Whoop, whoop)
Nigga we livin' proof, stood the test of time
If a fucker disagree, he must be deaf, dumb and blind (Whoop, whoop)

California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
(Yeah, Oakland niggas in this mutherfucker now)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California-

We from the East Side, Oakland California that's how we ride
We don't know you nigga, where you from?
You lookin' over here, but y'all don't want none
We make the homicide rate go up every year
If you a bad mutherfucker, you can make it here
And we ain't throwin' no signs (Oh god), just a clip and a nine
One bullet to the head, put some shit on your mind
Get busy, California crispy
I'm rollin' hundreds, who rollin with me?
Yellow is the color of sun ray
Harley-Davidson's, on Sundays
So don't hate, I'm from the golden state
Do a half pipe off the Golden Gate
Will I live or die? Ain't no tellin'
Before I hit the water, you know what I'm yellin'

California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, yeah, for sure (For sure)
Tell the people this is Mt. Westmore (Wooh, wooh)
California, California, California, California, California