California

[Intro: Ricco Barrino] Mr. Hanky Uh, Colonel Loud Young Dolph, ah Haha, woo [Chorus: Ricco Barrino] I stay getting that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Palm trees in the air, the top pushed back Blowing smoke out the roof cookies to be exact I'm always in Cali cause this is where it's at Bitches, bud, good weather, what you know 'bout that Where all the fly bitches ride Benzs and Beamers They either wanna be an actress, or a singer I'm at the strip club on Sunset, throwing singles With this bad bitch from Compton, pouring lean up Breaking down backwoods, rolling gasoline up Left the Laugh Factory, pulled up in Inglewood I fuck with some crips and I fuck with some bloods And I fuck with some esé My stash house in the Valley Welcome to my palace Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas Selling OG from LA and crates from the Bay [Chorus: Ricco Barrino] I stay getting that work from California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali [Verse 2: Colonel Loud] You know I gotta show the West love I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud I been chilling with the goons, yeah the real thugs Went to Sacramento nigga met a real plug I said I'm looking for the gas where the kill at Want the strong gotta go where the hill at I met a bad bopper chilling out in Frisco Like to sip the lime-a-ritas and the Sisco I hopped my ass on the 101 and headed north And when I hit the hill I found what I was looking for I'm feeling like a leprechaun with a pot of gold Bags of the gas yeah the Colonel got a soul I fly a bitch from the A with 100 racks Put her ass in a rental told her run it back Fly another bitch in with 200 more Welcome to California the State of gold [Chorus: Ricco Barrino] I stay getting that work from California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali [Verse 3: Ricco Barrino] Somebody fly me out to 'Frisco Oakland, San Jose, or Vallejo Shout out to EPA, Sacramento Where they keep a nigga laced with all the good smoke I wanna fly out to LA Meet a bad little honey with a pretty face I wanna slide out to Inglewood Long Beach where it feels good Compton where the hell you at Show me love we be looking for the loud packs Shout out to South Central, shout out to Watts Where the killers always got my back I wanna chill out in Fresno (Stockton) I wanna go to San Diego [Outro: Ricco Barrino] I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali