Crooked I - Great Place To Visit lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] L-O-N-G, B-E-A-C-H Tomato juice coupe, and the engine's V8 Warren G and Snoop paved the way for me to create Like R.I.P Nate, n***a I just wanna be great I don't even see hate, I'm like the Dali Lama But I got the 40 cal if you're wantin' some Cali drama On my mama, I'd rather be chillin' on the beach front With a bad bis**ual b**h that like to eat c*nt You ain't nothin' like a boss, you a street punk It's C.O.B slash G-Funk And Crooked got plenty grind, turn pennies, dimes and nickels To a hundred, if a hater don't see him when he shine then he blind Gimme mine and run it, to the finish line I got the semi 9 any time you want it, Cali Best hurry, more money, less worry It's Golden State, I stay on point like Steph Curry [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] California sunshine, [?] [?] out here on the West side No place I'd rather be White tees and khakis is all I see Real G's, you know, street flow Set trippin' out here, take caution when you do a show It's just the Cali way This the every day life, this side don't change [Verse 2: Warren G] The streets got love from 2-1 To wherever the f** you from, turn it up, let your speakers bump What's up? Cali, what's up? Cali I came a long way from servin' 'em in the alley From Wallabee's to Stacy's We used to g**n in the '80's, now we rollin' Mercedes It's crazy, Long Beach is the city that raised me 213, k**as that made me Flip a switch, hit the hydraulic drum, make that sh** jump Hit it once, hit it twice, make that sh** jump [?] through the hood by they self, n***as get jumped If you don't watch yourself, you might get slumped We got the old school ride with the chromed out inside Lowrider bikes is slim but the rims wide 26 inches, gator seats Turn ladies to freaks, get 'em all we in their seats, Cali [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] [Verse 3: Crooked I] I'm on my Californ-i-a sh**, grindin' Paint drippin' down Atlantic Avenue, spaceship glidin' My city don't make s**as, no, chrome face thumper I got home base covered, ain't sh** slidin' I pull it out and nobody moves My n***as been bangin' since the era of them jheri curls and karate shoes I dropped out of school, still I prolly would prolly do Slingin' Oxycontins before you were plottin' molly moves Yeah, baby girl I'm your best look From the home of the best kush n***a, shoppin' carts, n***a, baby strollers I don't care, I'm down for whatever the f** the West push Haters hate, let their mouths move Don't make me show up to the Grammy's this year in a pair of house shoes Bang your favorite entertainment while I'm lowridin' Ass jacked up, nose divin' It's Cali, n***a [Hook: Butch Ca**idy]