Reality - Look At California lyrics

[Intro: Bishop Lamont] Yeah, get a real good look. I know you see the sh** on TV See the sh** in magazines. That ain't us. n***as be on Sunset & Melrose Think that's really the streets or somethin' They shoppin' at the Beverly Center You gotta come on this side to see the real sh** [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Look at Cali, not Hollywood Hills and the valley More towards the 1-10 south Where behind trash bins fiends binge in a dirty alley They eyes wide shut off the crack and the smack Where Arnold Swartzen******g ain't given a f** And the b**hes ain't either Got to spend a couple bucks Workin' on a blade or they momma said "Only f** with n***as that's paid" On some Robin Givens sh** Or Tracy Edmonds for cheddar man So they lookin' for a Laker or a rap advance Hangin' up in area, L.A.X Regular can be a carrier, get murdered by s** Pushin' Lambos or Bentley's up Sunset A Hollywood n***a, I ain't met a real one yet So I stays to my own kind I'm only over there when it's studio time [Hook] "Look at California" [Mistah F.A.B. talking] Whow, whow. We outty. Mistah F.A.B. Okay I happen to be the prince of the coast Ah yes sir. And if you don't like me sayin' that Come see me. Holla at me I'm probably at an event near you. I'm everywhere Or follow me on Twitter! It's in your hood and you're not even goin'. Hahaha [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] All the trees, the weed women and cars The G's and the gents and all the movie stars I can prove to y'all that there's no other state The weather here is great, besides the earthquakes And in line, you never have to wait When you ballin' with cake Money moves, money makes In all seasons, all reasons to hook good Make you all understand cause California look good From the streets to the slopes Got the best producers, best rappers and the best dope But Stayin' positive, hustlin' how you got to live Magic gave back even though he was positive My bad that was negative Cali ain't small, matter of fact man, it's hecka big If you ain't gettin' money it's irrelevant One west homie, they should let us in [Hook] [Crooked I talking] Yeah. Haha. What's up Reality? Whoo, jeah, haha That's only a suggestion I'm only throwin' ideas into the universe. Jeah. Haha Whoo, jeah, it's Crooked n***a. Focus [Verse 3: Crooked I] Yo, I ain't drove a lowrider in years I just end songwriter's careers I'm from a state that manufacture hate So they biggest fear is co-signin' they peers But my hot flow fry engineers Sharp words pierce both sides of your ears Why won't I disappear? Cause I'm flier than overlookin' the whole coastline in a Lear Melrose, I'm shoppin' at Fred Segal Don't buy skinny jeans, can't tuck my Des Eagle f**, my bread's legal But the portion of my fortune that's not Gets buried like dead people In my backyard Fans act hard They wanna charge the rap god with tax fraud I'm just tryin' to take it from the street corner To the corner office Where the boss is [Hook]