WTC

[Chorus] Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Round and round Round and round [Verse 1: Game] 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 fuck 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 Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Pray for me, I'll make 30 Desert Eagle, 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 Fuck 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 fuck niggas we don't fuck with them And fuck 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 80'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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3: Skeme] Look, a young nigga really try'na stunt, fuck 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 Motherfuck 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 M 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 spit it, 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 fuck it [Chorus] 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) {PART 2} [Intro: Too $hort] Welcome to California biatch Welcome to California biatch [Chorus] 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 Where you can't stop the shining You can't stop the shining [Verse 1: Skeme] 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 fuckin gone, let em know that I admit Everywhere around the world and that's cool But can a hotel fuckin 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, motherfucker good luck (Welcome to California biatch) They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] 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 biatch) Stay low from the comas, uh Make a right fore they dome us, uh (Welcome to California biatch) Stay low from the comas, uh Make a right fore they.. pa pa pa pa [Chorus] Skies 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 [Verse 3: Game] Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck 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 fuck fuck 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 ? (Welcome to California, biatch) [Chorus] 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