Cali

[Intro]

Long Beach, Compton, Watts, South Central

Eastside, Westside, Cali, Cali

Houses, apartments, projects, hot blocks

Avenues, boulevards, Cali, Cali, Cali

Johnnys, metros, CRASH Units, homicide

Deputy sheriffs in Cali, Cali, Cali

[Verse 1]

Aren't we, a jungle underneath the palm trees?

Don't go too deep into the concrete

Cuz, Blood, and who knows what

They all throwin' up somethin' but we ready to bust

Where I'm from, we get it poppin' with them rocks and slugs

Jab niggas, no boxing gloves (Cali, Cali, Cali)

You heard the story, know you seen the movies

Come through, it gets much more gruesome (Cali, Cali, Cali)

Yeah, nigga, you know, ask Pop, AK's go grrah

Pregnant mamas get shot sitting at bus stops (Cali, Cali)

We smoke Swisher Sweets, nigga, no Optimos

Rock white Tees, Dickies shorts, and fat gold

Squabble in facts, go back, homie, bust with a Mac

And bloodshed, we accustomed to that

On Korean storefronts, where we hustle them sacks

And tuck packs in a payphone, and purp on a Black

You see the helicopter circle, don't cross the tracks

You drive through and you'll be lucky if you walking back

These niggas wolves, gorillas with views that few choose

You think it's cool, but nigga, you too could get bruised

Or even worse, get put in a hearse, put in the church

Then put in the dirt, and that's just puttin' work in Cali

Home of the killers and thugs

Where COINTEL turned Panthers into Crips and Bloods

They tried to cover up the history of what we was

They killed Pac like Malcolm, now we drunk on they blood

(Cali, Cali, Cali) (Cali, Cali)

[Verse 2]

And I'm from South Central Los Angeles, born and raised

My granny came from down south when they freed the slaves

With an aim, to make a better life than yesterday

But today, we hit the streets just to test the 'K

I live life between Slauson, a prison and coffin

Stuck on the block, I ask God for the option to profit

And what I see, all drama, All-Star Converse

And all these niggas got problems and they sobbed often

All the bitches gotta sit on expensive soft shit

Game tight, fly as they come, and all slick

It ain't shit in the world like a summer in the slums of Los Angeles

If you could manage, you could learn to love it

The murders and the bums on the corner become the normal

It's Nipsey, nigga, welcome to Killa California

(Cali)