The Game - Welcome to california (feat. skeme, stacy barthe, schoolboy q, too $hort) lyrics

(Chorus) Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Round and round Round and round [Verse 1: Game] Back to the hoes Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my n***a ScHoolboy Cadillac and a coupe See them n***as hatin from afar, can't catch em know But they getting smacked when we do Ra ta ta like we snoop Crown on the vic Crown on my wrist, crown on my b**h And a couple crowns on my crew Keeping pounds of the blue Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it The trunk got a body in it n***as be like he bodying it Ziplock full of J's, closet full of J's walking on My crib and he's Scotty in it Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it 8 gold chains like it's already in it Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it Don't get too popped if yo a** 2 Pac Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it Plus I still got a crib on Brazil I ain't never holly that but I got a Maserati in it That's my new addition, nobody in it Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it So much money, got a money tree Whoop so many n***as' a**, sh** we money team Same f** n***as with they hand out Same stacks on, bring the bands out n***a should be workin on they money skeme Back to the convers, k** em with one verse Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst Callin Archurelli, tell him n***as in one hearse 'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt n***as love them choppas like we flyin in black cars But you with the roost, thinkin a n***a was black though Now hold that thought Motherf**ers wanna act loco Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 Motherf**ers wanna act loco Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 (Chorus) Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Pray for me, I'll make 30 Desert, even my nails dirty I'mma think on life and I'd die for it Made a mill, you ain't even know it Tell Iluminati I'm down for it Call Jigga, I'm next n***a Some n***as my new litter f** the world on earth day Her booty clap on my birthday I would take the cake but I've been paid I'm a real n***a, you's arcade Had a switch blade in the 5th grade Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch Now I'm going big, I can buy the house You sell water down, I sell low for ounce See this for adults who say where you from If those hoes who gonna make me cum With them f** n***as we don't f** around And f** n***as gonna lose a lot Knock knock n***a, come feel the drama If the bed low I'mma stack the crown Up the contraband in-between my gun Before smoking dope I was selling coke Well rocked up to a 8 year old When it popped up, call it pot luck 500 G's, n***a pretty please Condos, where it's sun and trees 10 keys with my 8 G's Hoover hats like the star of David Pull on shots unless kidney faded Rent a pony, might go with Emmett Move out the set but the set I'm banging (Chorus) Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round [Verse 3: Skeme] Look, a young n***a really tryna stunt, f** it West side neighbors and I ain't budging Independent n***as with no budget If it ain't about a dollar gotta change subjects Rap a** n***as ain't seen nothing This flow here, n***as can't touch it Motherf** friends, tinted windows on the Benz Doing doughnuts in the b**h got me trippin like a bucket Shots going off in the streets 10 hut, big squads are with me See n***as 12 ballin like they been in the gym But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me Can I vet? All you n***as sound retarded to me k**in these n***as, I'm a general n***a Turn yo head to target for free Now I'm on, look at me Started, started with them pesos and palm trees Now when n***as come through the wood n***as gotta know that that's all me See the set catch rap When I slide through throwin up a bill And n***as wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please This S to the K to the E to the E n***a New Rolls go vroom n***a Got a 5 co*ked back like boom n***a Got enough room to fill up a room n***a And I'm all in these, had 100 a go Gave her that dick now she beggin for more Pay me a millie, yo b**h load is illie But I ain't got, still got 100 to go And I do it, I does it I swear that you love it I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage Play with you rappers, my n***a This black mack Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like f** it (Chorus) Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Round and round Round and round Too high, can't come down Too high, can't come down Too high, can't come down (Welcome To California) (Intro) Welcome to California b**h Welcome to California b**h (Chorus) Ski's not the only place Sounds like a BS I know another place Where you can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining (Verse) n***a done run everywhere Left trails in my city everywhere But nowhere like home See I won't k**ed when on b**h come and dust my throne Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche Now I'm driving through London alone With a Parisian b**h Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin p**nos Where we goin? What we doin? Fly to Johannesburg n***a city in ruins then fly to Dubai On my poolside, coolin my Audemar You waterproof f**in gone, let em know that I admit Everywhere around the world and that's cool But can a hotel f**in reserve us parked through My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move Move to back to Compton sh**, we are too Condos and wheels to sh**, 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 (Verse) Where the angels fly, city of angels, I will never let you down k** anything approaching my crown Still undefeated That's why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches But don't get it confused, said he still got moves Where the wrong colors n***as 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 the hot n***as put a bullet through it And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it? Would you do it? If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through 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, motherf**er good luck (Welcome to California b**h) They were the 60's, motherf**er good luck (Verse) 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 n***a Pa** blunts to my cousins n***a Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river High power, you a 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 Came to the city, that you honored us You don't talk me a game, no game homie Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it Uh, Mr. 3rd degree Burn like the bridge and yo business uh Started at the floor, at the beginning uh Now I rep the floor until the ending uh Smoking on ills cuz I'm winnin Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2 No Cali J, I still ran all blow All in the trim, straight lookin like you Free tattoo (Verse) I'm in the gangsta sh**, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib Need a gangsta b**h to take the dope and hop the fence Might die on the freeway Hey, much love to the he way, aye Watch you know about LA? (Welcome to California b**h) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they dome us (Welcome to California b**h) Stay low from the comas Make a right fore they (Chorus) Ski's not the only place Sounds like a BS I know another place Where you can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining (Verse) Got a b**h, say she wanna f** in Beverly Hills And I swear I'mma bring her to the set if she will And if I do the p**y better k**in Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills These n***as hella be trip, these n***as never be real I came up in a world where it's k** or be k**ed I swear that every b**h I used to f** f** me still Just give a dick, never covered a bill This sh** is real, this west side INGFCF Bands on them b**hes, getting M's on them b**hes Going for the Cartier, hands on the b**hes Last long like I'm using extends on them b**hes I'm a native, I got real n***as with me Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White Middle fingers for the peace Tell them b**h n***as s** a dick Man come and get me out (Chorus) Ski's not the only place Sounds like a BS I know another place Where you can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining