The Game - Welcome to california Lyrics
The Game - Welcome to california Lyrics
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas 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 bitch
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
Niggas 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 ass 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 niggas' ass, shit we money team
Same f*ck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now hold that thought
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
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
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 nigga
Some niggas my new litter
F*ck 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 nigga, 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*ck niggas we don't f*ck around
And f*ck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, 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, nigga 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
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
Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt
F*ck it
West side neighbors and I ain't budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain't about a
Dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't seen nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherf*ck friends
Tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 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 niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pesos
And palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood niggas
Gotta know that that's all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like
We said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch 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 nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss on the public like f*ck it
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)
Welcome to California bitch
Welcome to California bitch
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
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I won't killed when on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to
My executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian bitch rockin corn rolls
Backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
Where we goin? What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg
Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof f*ckin gone
Let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel f*ckin
Reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to 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 angels 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 it confused
Said he still got moves
Where 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 the hot niggas
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*cker good luck
(Welcome to California bitch)
They were the 60's, motherf*cker good luck
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 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
I'm in the gangsta shit
Gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch 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 bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they dome us
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they
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
Got a bitch
Say she wanna f*ck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'mma bring her to
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 f*ck f*ck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches
Getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using
Extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas with me
Gold state, gold grills
I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out
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
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English
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas 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 bitch
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
Niggas 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 ass 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 niggas' ass, shit we money team
Same f*ck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now hold that thought
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
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
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 nigga
Some niggas my new litter
F*ck 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 nigga, 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*ck niggas we don't f*ck around
And f*ck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, 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, nigga 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
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
Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt
F*ck it
West side neighbors and I ain't budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain't about a
Dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't seen nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherf*ck friends
Tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 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 niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pesos
And palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood niggas
Gotta know that that's all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like
We said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch 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 nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss on the public like f*ck it
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)
Welcome to California bitch
Welcome to California bitch
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
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I won't killed when on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to
My executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian bitch rockin corn rolls
Backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
Where we goin? What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg
Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof f*ckin gone
Let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel f*ckin
Reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to 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 angels 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 it confused
Said he still got moves
Where 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 the hot niggas
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*cker good luck
(Welcome to California bitch)
They were the 60's, motherf*cker good luck
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 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
I'm in the gangsta shit
Gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch 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 bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they dome us
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they
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
Got a bitch
Say she wanna f*ck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'mma bring her to
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 f*ck f*ck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches
Getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using
Extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas with me
Gold state, gold grills
I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out
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
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas 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 bitch
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
Niggas 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 ass 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 niggas' ass, shit we money team
Same f*ck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now hold that thought
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
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
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 nigga
Some niggas my new litter
F*ck 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 nigga, 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*ck niggas we don't f*ck around
And f*ck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, 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, nigga 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
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
Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt
F*ck it
West side neighbors and I ain't budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain't about a
Dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't seen nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherf*ck friends
Tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 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 niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pesos
And palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood niggas
Gotta know that that's all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like
We said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch 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 nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss on the public like f*ck it
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)
Welcome to California bitch
Welcome to California bitch
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
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I won't killed when on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to
My executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian bitch rockin corn rolls
Backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
Where we goin? What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg
Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof f*ckin gone
Let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel f*ckin
Reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to 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 angels 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 it confused
Said he still got moves
Where 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 the hot niggas
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*cker good luck
(Welcome to California bitch)
They were the 60's, motherf*cker good luck
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 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
I'm in the gangsta shit
Gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch 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 bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they dome us
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they
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
Got a bitch
Say she wanna f*ck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'mma bring her to
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 f*ck f*ck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches
Getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using
Extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas with me
Gold state, gold grills
I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out
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
Writer: CHRIS RICE, CHRISTOPHER M. RICE
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: The Game
Featuring: Too $hort, Stacy Barthe, Skeme, ScHoolboy Q
Language: English
Written by: CHRIS RICE, CHRISTOPHER M. RICE