CunninLynguists - Til' the End (C.A.L.I.) lyrics

[Verse I: Trek Life] Sunny days and palm trees first come to mind Second's the hungry hustlers who work hard and grind Women with Hollywood dreams who thirst for they time They see a baller and they be the first ones in line That's Cali for ya, like my cousin Golden say Where fly women and fly rides is always on display Get it poppin' dog, you know what we say People here to strike it rich so we call it the Golden State But as fools go, sometimes, man be hesitant From mountains to the shorelines, all my Cali residents Are not to be slept on, gang signs repped hard Lights cops carry guns that'll pierce Teflon From 6-2-6 to the 8-0-5 To the bay where the houses is stacked in the hillside, it's live Whenever I bust, I hold pride Trek Life, Inverse reppin' Cali worldwide, uh, uh [Hook I: Deacon the Villain] C-A-L-I So high that I touch the sky Gonna put my faith in you 'Til the day that I say goodbye C-A-L-I Ain't never gonna say goodbye Want to put my faith in you 'Til the day that I die and touch the sky [Verse II: Inverse] Straight outta Cali, birthplace of the gang culture Where devils and angels stay on the same shoulder And you gotta get high just to stay sober Tomorrow's another name for a hangover And cops find ways to hurt you But hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue When the light fades the nice face'll hurt you Everywhere the grounds round, sky shades of purple A beautiful night, the sight of the sunset The gift and price of environments unkept They say that pioneers come west But this where we from, now we the only ones left Unicas personas que ayudan con la unidad Y nunca dan basura a ninguna de la publica Inverse la futura de la musica Encontrando toda la locura y la usura [Hook II: Deacon the Villain] Fo sho [?] rest of my days If you ain't know, it's that dirty south Mixed together with the Golden State Fo sho [?] rest of my days If you ain't know, it's that dirty south Mixed together with the Golden State Fo sho [Verse III: ] Now everybody wanna holla 'bout the west is back But the left coast never really left, in fact Just relax, I'll take you to the dock of the bay Knockin' Pac and some Dre Swervin' down the block in L.A Cause I spit so deadly And it hit so heavy To ya face like the ba** from a 64 Chevy Cruisin' down the street with my grip so steady On the wheel, if I try to turn my wrist won't let me Ready, go, it's tob and yours truly Scary how we got the west craven like a horror movie Reppin' Cali to the end, that's my sworn duty Turn the volume hella high and let the music pour through me Golden State homie, born and raised Stayin' faithful to them warm California days Some dudes ain't reppin' I ain't sayin' no names CunninLynguists, Inverse, we ain't playin' no games, c'mon [Hook I] [Hook II]