X.Kalibur - California Days lyrics
California Days [Verse 1] 1, 2, 3 Let's go! I'm back in Southern Californ I.A Where we flex muscle, grind, hustle just to find our way Cruising thru L.A.!!! Spend cash, swipe plastic? Hara**ing motherf**ers while we stuck in traffic I'm mad lit, licorice black my vans is Dodger fitted on my dome till I'm locked in a casket One last hit, Burn it to a roach and just ash it My city is immaculate just watch out for the crack and sh** Cut your wrists if you ain't f**ing with the West I rep my city barbells till my chest feels like I never left Cause when I'm back they always welcome me Penthouse parties spitting brain on the balcony Still, middle finger to everybody who doubted me Getting brain from a model broad who watches all her calories I'm bound to be somebody that these kids could look up to Backroom got acute b**h going obtuse [Hook] Cali Nights California Days Fresh cut top down new Nikes And ummm we gone live it up Never turn it down We gone party when? Right now! California what's up? California what's up? We gone party till that sun comes up Said we gone party till that sun comes up Then we gonna do it again! [Verse 2] Bumping that chronic that gin and that tonic got me feeling supersonic Party till I vomit find a girl and get up on it In the morning im out of there faster then we finish Belevedere Gotta hit the studio and make that new sh** you're about to hear Lyrical fiends splitting seams rolling up the green like big said “it was all a dream” Now my life is looking nice- white suit Miami Vice But I'm in L.A. eating King Taco burrito with some rice, right Hindsight like I knew it all along they said the west coast is dead? Well let me revive and hold on Name another independent motherf**er this strong You couldn't See me? UCLA John Wooden I been good and I'm just trying to be unstoppable All my homies waiting so I guess I better rapido Two things I can't stand- being broke and all these sloppy hoes I talk it how I see it, Lord, please forgive all my co*ky flows [Hook] [Verse 3] I pay homage to those prior, hit it like Mark McGuire Been in love with hip hop since before Ye was spitting through wires Desire it then I get it, shifting up on my digits Remember when my bank account was smaller than tiny midgets? Admit it, you see the positive image of living in sunny California Where they hunt down snitches like quiddditch And the women are so beautiful they leave head spinning Not to mention this medicinal which leaves your a** smitten Chuck T's with a fitted, tank top and tube socks I'm two blocks from the beach bumping Snoop and 2Pac I'm too hot! literally hitting sixty up in the streets And entertaining females who claiming that they missing me! Living easy? That's an understatement. I'm living in California not giving any fornications Hit the 5 any destination name it and we're there Nothing like this California air, baby baby what's up?! [Hook]