T-Bone

T-Bone - Welcome 2 California songtekst

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[Hook: x2]

Welcome to the golden state

West Coast California where the one time hate

Ese's, Bloods, Crips, quick to regulate

Lowride and hit switches till the bumper brake



[Verse 1]

I'm leanin back in my Chevy Impala hittin the curb

Swooping up all the homie's see my doggs so I swerve

To the left on 3 wheels

Yal know the deal

Got the spokes wit the chrome grill

That's how we do it

Hittin switches on a day 2 day

From Compton, Carson, Inglewood, Down to the Dirty Bay, Ridin the Cali way

Dippin initiation sparks on the interstate

Music blastin & California written on the license plate

I love the Golden State

Sunny sky's and the palm trees, Beaches and Lowriders

Singing songs like the Eastsiders

Sayin What, What?

Straight outta of the land of the unforgotten

Homie's in prison

Wishing they ain't had 3 strikes

But this Cali thug way of livin got 'em 25 to life

It's rags and bandannas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies and Thug Grammar

G's full of they evil ways like Santana



[Verse 2]

From Long Beach down to West Convina

Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs, Hollywood down to Pasadena

Frisco, Oakland down to the Marina

Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina

Ya gotta love it yall, The sunny weather no sweater or leather

Just mink brims and a pimp feather

The land of Super Stars and nice cars

Wit Chrome tires and bad traffic back up for miles

But we, still rollin till the wheels fall off, gotta floss

In the Benz or Escalade

No need to playa hate

This Killa Cali where gangstas rally and tally

The murders, in streets or alleys

From the Projects to the Valley

Chuck Taylors, Kaki Suites, Skip the Wind Breakers

This California home of the 3 times Champ Lakers



[Verse 3]

I'm from the land of Drive-Bye's and actmatics

Thug Lords, Blood and Crip Ryders and drug addicts with bad habits

Charismatic wit automatics and bandits

Holding these cannons it's scandalous how they be dumpin till tha

Last man standin

That's why, gotta get to preachin while they still alive

Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly

It's do or die in the Golden State

Most ryders regulate off of the smallest things

Like Red or Blue colors, Then catch a case

It's California though, I love it like the rydas do

Poppin our Collars, dippin in Impalas, Dogg I'm stayin true, Throw up the "W"

This here's that anthem, for every Ghetto, Projects, Neighborhood and Street

Alley, where guns be clappin

Where they packin a mack or magnum, braggin

How they be jackin, attackin, smackin

Taken action just to get reaction, C-A- L-I-F-O-R-I -N-I- A

Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento and the streets of L.A.
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