Testo della canzone Welcome to California (feat. Skeme, Stacy Barthe, ScHoolboy Q, Too $hort) (The Game), tratta dall'album OKE - Deluxe Edition

Welcome to California (feat. Skeme, Stacy Barthe, ScHoolboy Q, Too $hort) - The Game

Welcome to California bitch
Welcome to California bitch

Sky is not the only place, signs are livin'
I know another place, where you can't stop that shining
You can't stop that shining, you can't stop that shining
You can't stop that shining, you can't stop it

Nigga then been, everywhere left trails of ma city
Everywhere but nowhere like home
See I won't be killed when on bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche

Now I'm driving through London and Rome, with a Parisian bitch
Rockin' corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watching pornos
Where we goin'?, what we doin'?
Fly to Johannesburg nigga city in ruins, then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin' my Audi Moi

Waterproof fuckin' gone, Italy when I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But, can a hotel fuckin' reserve us parked through?
In my hood Gorillas move whenever Sharks move

Move 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 Che, pause

Where the Angel 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 confused, city still got rules
When 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 a heart niggas, put a bullet through it
And took a comma for you to be King, would you do it?

Would you do it?
If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk though 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 go the 60's, motherfucker good luck

Ah (tu tu tu)
From the corner where that ho said that, hit kat
Short dress, head and that 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 are 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
Come to the city, that you honoured us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it

Uh, Mr. Third degree
Burn like a bridge and your bend is, uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning, uh
Now I rep the floor until the ending, uh

Smoking no ills 'cause I'm winning, uh
Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit, uh
Yeah now back to the Bro, back to the hoes
Ra ta ta in the lap with the two
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
Orange on the trim, straight looking like you, free tattoo

Uh, yeah
Uh, right
Uh, yeah

I'm in the gangsta still, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch, to take the dope and hop the fence
Might die on the freeway
Hey, how much love to the he way, aye
What you know about LA? uh,yeah, right

(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas, uh
Make a right before they dome us, uh
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas, uh
Make a right before they, pa pa pa pa

Sky is not the only place, signs are livin'
I know another place, (another place, where) where you can't stop that shining
You can't stop that shining, you can't stop that shining
You can't stop that shining, you can't stop it

Got a bitch, says she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
And I swear, I'mma bring her to see 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 is West Side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches, getting M's on them bitches
Going frequently, I live on the bitches
Last long like I'm using extends on them bitches

I'm a what? native, I got real niggas with me
Gold State, gold grills, I put on for the BET white
Uuh, middle fingers for the peace, tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Then come and get me out
This nigga shot one of them...
(Welcome to California bitch),whou

Sky is not the only place, signs are livin'
I know another place, where you can't stop that shining
You can't stop that shining, you can't stop that shining
You can't stop that shining, you can't stop it



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