Astronaut Pussy/Welcome to California

[Part 1: Astronaut Pussy]

[Chorus]

Too high, can’t come down

Losing my head, spinning round and round

Round and round, round and round

[Verse 1: The Game]

Back to the Hooves

Ridin' down 74th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy

Cadillac and a coupe

See them niggas hatin' from afar, can’t catch 'em now

But they getting smacked when we do

Rat-a-tat like we Snoop, Crown on the Vic

Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch

And a couple crowns on my crew

Couple pounds of the blue, ivy 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"

Ziploc full of J’s, closet full of J’s

Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it

Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it

8 gold chains like a Saudi in it

Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it

Don’t get too pop, get your ass 2Pac'd

Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it

Plus I still got a crib on Brazil

I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it

That’s my new addition, no Bobby 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 sad song

Bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money scheme

Back to the convers', kill 'em with one verse

Converse with the worst 'til one of our gun burst

Call the mortuary, tell them niggas send one hearse

Cause Compton ain’t like the city of Commerce

No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt

Niggas got them choppas like we flyin' a black hawk

Put you with the roots, thinkin' a nigga was Black Thought

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

Everything on life and I’d die for it

Made a mil', you ain’t even know it

Tell Illuminati I’m down for it

Call Jigga, I'm next nigga

Son 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 switchblade in the 5th grade

Smoked plenty weed on my mama’s couch

Now I’m going big, I can buy the house

You sound water down, I sound off a ounce

See this for those who say "Where you from?"

And for those hoes who go' make me cum

But them fuck niggas we don’t fuck with them

And fuck niggas gon' lose a lung

Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum

If the bread low, I'ma stack the crumb

Hide the contraband in-between my gum

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 tees with my 80s

Hoover hats like the Star of David

Pull on, shots a must, get me faded

Ran up on 'em, I ain't good with aimin'

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 tryna stunt, fuck it

Westside Ingles 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 sayin, 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

Sox Gang off in the streets

10 hut, bring the squadron with me

See niggas talk ballin like they been in the gym

But you lookin like a novice to me now quit talkin to me

Can I vent?

All you niggas sound retarded to me

Killin these niggas, I’m a general nigga

Turn yo head to a target for free

Now I’m on, look at me

Started (what?) started with them pistols and palm trees

Now when niggas come through the wood

Niggas gotta know that that’s all me

See the set catch rec

When I slide through throwin up all Bs

And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like us

We said, "Boy, please"

This S to the K to the E to the Mmm nigga

New Rolls go vroom nigga

.4-5 cocked back like boom nigga

Got enough loot to fill up a room nigga

And I’m rolling these blunts at 100 a go

Gave her that dick now she beggin' for more

Made me a milli, 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 Bloodin'

I 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

[Bridge]

Too high, high

C-c-can't come down

Too high, high

C-c-can't come down

Too high, high

C-c-can't come down

Too high, high

C-c-can't come down (round and round, round and round)

[Part 2: Welcome To California]

[Intro: Too $hort]

Welcome to California, beitch

Welcome to California, beitch

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]

Sky’s not the only place

Stars are livin'

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 1: The Game]

Nigga done been everywhere

Left trails in my city everywhere

But nowhere like home, C-O-M-P-T-O-N on

Bitch come and dust my throne

Stand from my grandmother’s porch to my executive Porsche

Now I’m driving through London and Rome

With a Parisian bitch, rockin corn rows

Backseat of my Panamera watchin' pornos

Where we goin? What we doin?

Fly to Johannesburg, leave the city in ruins

Then fly to Dubai on my poolside, coolin'

My Audemar ain't waterproof, fuck it, go and get a new one

I done been everywhere around the world and that’s cool

But can't no hotel fuckin' reserve us parked through

My hood, gorillas move whenever sharks move

Move back to Compton, shit, we ought to

Condos on Wilshire, shit I bought two

Livin' down the street where BIG got shot, I haunt you

And the very next day where Pac met his fate

It’s how we live our life, surrounded by tape

Pause

[Bridge: Stacy Barthe]

Harmonizing

[Verse 2: The Game & Too $hort]

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, city still got rules

Wear the wrong colors, nigga end up on the news

Lights out, like Durant in The Drew

Then I’m right back down Compton Avenue in a Buick

If you had a heart, 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 Grape Street or would you Piru it?

Here’s my red rag, it says, "Ain’t nothing to it"

They go the 60’s, motherfucker, good luck

Welcome to California, beitch

They go the 60’s, motherfucker, good luck

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

Uhh, from the corner where the hoes sell they Kit-Kat

Short dress, hair down the bizack

You know me with my thumb in my index

Nah, I ain’t Bloodin' nigga

Pass blunts to my cousins nigga

Turn hell into gold, I can pon the river

HiiiPower, you a Amish liver

Cali dro in my lungs and such

Twisting blunts from dawn to dusk

My shoebox should’ve been a armored truck

Everything good, feeling marvelous

Key to the city, they should honor us

You don’t talk me and Game, no game homie

Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it

Uh, and this the 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 L's cause I’m winnin', uh

Wax getting blowed just to kindle it, uh

Yeah, now back to the groove, back to the Hooves

Rat-a-tat-tat in the 'Lac with a tool

No county jail, still wearin' all blue

Orange on the trim, straight lookin like Q

Fig' tattoo

[Interlude: ScHoolboy Q]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (oo-wee, oo-wee)

Uh, yeah (yeah)

Uh, uh, right (right, right)

Uh, yeah (yeah)

[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q & Too $hort]

I’m into gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib, yeah

Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence, yeah

Might die on the freeway, hey

Much love to the Kee-Way, aye

Watch you know about L.A.? Uh, yeah, right

Welcome to California, beitch

Stay low from the comas, uh

Make a right 'fore they dome us, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome to California, beitch

Stay low from the comas, uh

Make a right 'fore they, pop pop pop

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]

Sky’s not the only place

Stars are livin'

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 5: Skeme]

Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills

And I swear I’ma bring her to the set if she will

And if I do, the pussy better be killed

It's just the way I make her feel, no Stephanie Mills

A nigga heavily trill, these haters never be real

I came up in the 'Wood where it’s kill or be killed

I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuckin' me still

Just give her dick, never covered a bill, this shit is real

This Westside INGLCL

Bands on them bitches, getting ends on them bitches

Gold framed Cartier lives on the bitches

Last long like I’m using extends on them bitches

I’m a (what?) native, I got real niggas with me

Golden State, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White

(Woop!) Middle fingers for the pigs

Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick, man come and get me aight

[Interlude: Skeme & Too $hort]

This nigga Chuck want a nigga be in here

Rappin' all day and shit

Blood, I got to go get my shit braided

Nigga ends and shit all out

And I ain't got no lean

Fuck this, we out this bitch

What's happening though?

Welcome to California, beitch

Woop!

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]

Sky’s not the only place

Stars are livin'

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