Big Tray Deee - California Cla**ic lyrics

[Intro] This is radio station 2k point G On your radio dial And we are here live With the Diirty OGz This record here is Kokane Featuring the Diirty OGz Right [Hook: Kokane] There's no place No place like home Where the gangstas roam And roll on chrome It's just that Californian cla**ic We smoking good We keeps it hood Just like a real n***a should I wish you would It's just that Californian Cla**ic [Verse 1: Tha Chill] Kokane this special This a toast from the boogie Gangsta's don't dance Lil' g**n rookie I get it from the truth in the booth like Tookie I'm so california on ya' Blowing on that ganja And we tipping wth them T tops All black everything in my I-Roc Huh, I got that scoop it Get higher than a mink coat Baby here hoop this So gangsta the homies gone loot this Iller, k**er, cali do it Eazy we Ruthless The chill got em' on the steering wheel Skipping past the palm trees 90 degrees in something cla**ic Me and koka' keep it lit We ain't tripping of sh** They can s** my dick Cause this cla**ic Coming straight from the left side Westside, best side , fire it up, let's ride [Hook] [Verse 2: Weazel Loc] Aw sh** somebody call the coroner There was a murder last night on the corner Point blank range now cuz is a gonna That's how it is on the west side of Pomona It's the rider named Weaz In the california breeze On a mission checking traps cause i gotta get cheese Diirty OG'z posted up at the hang out Rag tray front and back is what they made me bring out If gun shoots rang out We the ones that doing it Ain't no motherf**ing way street punks is ruin it I'm a keep it gangsta like these other n***as couldn't And ride for the west when these other n***as wouldn't [Verse 3: Big Tray Deee] CA We stay Doin' it the G way Dippin' in the trizzay Swervin' while the beat play Fresh new fitted The j**els all glistening Stash spot pistol, should a fool come trippin' Knockin' bad b**hes, clock fat chippers Keep some sticky twisted up in my swisher The sweet life, street life, straight from the East Side Started from a G-ride, now I take G-flights Born gangsta, hustlin' and bangin' State mandate that the busters get mangled Bust in new gators and f**in' off paper Building with real n***as duckin' all haters [Hook] [Verse 3: Kurupt] Dangerous The house will make it as loud as thunderstorm As quiet as church mouses 2 to the motherf**ing chin Get it in Half of the party is rolled up before it ends Cla**ic Ninety eighty fend' Tend to get in Domino mutherf**er She'll drop her drawers Will drop his jaws Ass whoopin's I work like painted walls, n***a The firing works Hustling in the alley checking iron works This is just a childhood of a hood n***a All grown up real still good n***a Now I got 20,000 doller suits Looking at these n***as like what it do Maybe I should slap the sh** outta you You and your homeboy too Where you from n***a [Outro] California We finna' put in work Check traps and make snaps