Alright hit it! Let's hope to christ this works California Love California is nice to the homeless Californ-ya-ya Super cool to the homeless In the
body with some slugs in 'em And ain't blood in it This the Ill state nigga and ain't no love in it Now we gon' start with the south side Where GDs and
Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south
The playa haters get to trippin' when they enter your sight Hit the beach, parked the big Bird - turned the corner Just see what kinda love we can get in California
pants. I couldn't hold it if I had four hands. fat booty. Yo, let me put you on my handlebars, love how I handle park, holdlestone, battle scar, backseat
Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I'm real I represent the West to the fullest extent A Southern California
. Doctor] With my mind on my money and my money on my mind We do this everyday about the same time, be-otch! [Foe Loco] Up at Rosemont Park one day,
(feat. OG Sancho) In Californ-I-A Californ-I-A [OG Sancho] Californ-I-A, where the ballers ball and the players play You're sweating just sitting in
pace is slow, it's somethin like in the south When out of towner's try to rush they just runnin they're mouths I love the hot days and the old school
love at first light that very first night, things have never been the same since I took my first flight. The way I live my life, I love, I live lavish
that's the trademark I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park lil' nigga [Hook] [Too $hort] Now I'm in Atlanta I still love the O I gave
you when we came to washington we went running through the rain in my favorite city park in my favorite time of day go california wyoming too go to wisconsin new jersey loves
drive, to get parked in valet I'm leaving candy dropping, when I'm tipping tipping wet Elbows and dot the mirrors popped, and I got that beam set Bout to park
it Lovin my Regime life, California violence Put a nigga in the ground like I ambushed the sirens Ya pull me over you get more then a drunk driver South
of game But back then, I was just sayin' my name I had a record player on my stereo Got down on my knees with my radio From Oakland, California with
") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South
money like the strippers get ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah from the block to the club I make it rain money in California niggas die for the money from the south
, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden singing voice, ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park. "I am gopher boy pondering
