T-bone - Welcome 2 California lyrics

[Hook: repeat 2X] Welcome to the golden state West Coast California where the one time hate Ese's, Bloods, Crips, quick to regulate Lowride and hit switches till the bumper brake [Verse 1] I'm leanin back in my Chevy Impala hittin the curb Swooping up all the homie's see my doggs so I swerve To the left on 3 wheels Yal know the deal Got the spokes wit the chrome grill That's how we do it Hittin switches on a day 2 day From Compton, Carson, Inglewood, Down to the Dirty Bay, Ridin the Cali way Dippin initiation sparks on the interstate Music blastin & California written on the license plate I love the Golden State Sunny sky's and the palm trees, Beaches and Lowriders Singing songs like the Eastsiders Sayin What, What? Straight outta of the land of the unforgotten Homie's in prison Wishing they ain't had 3 strikes But this Cali thug way of livin got 'em 25 to life It's rags and bandannas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies and Thug Grammar G's full of they evil ways like Santana [Verse 2] From Long Beach down to West Convina Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs, Hollywood down to Pasadena Frisco, Oakland down to the Marina Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina Ya gotta love it yall, The sunny weather no sweater or leather Just mink brims and a pimp feather The land of Super Stars and nice cars Wit Chrome tires and bad traffic back up for miles But we, still rollin till the wheels fall off, gotta floss In the Benz or Escalade No need to playa hate This k**a Cali where gangstas rally and tally The murders, in streets or alleys From the Projects to the Valley Chuck Taylors, Kaki Suites, Skip the Wind Breakers This California home of the 3 times Champ Lakers [Verse 3] I'm from the land of Drive-Bye's and actmatics Thug Lords, Blood and Crip Ryders and drug addicts with bad habits Charismatic wit automatics and bandits Holding these cannons it's scandalous how they be dumpin till tha Last man standin That's why, gotta get to preachin while they still alive Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly It's do or die in the Golden State Most ryders regulate off of the smallest things Like Red or Blue colors, Then catch a case It's California though, I love it like the rydas do Poppin our Collars, dippin in Impalas, Dogg I'm stayin true, Throw up the "W" This here's that anthem, for every Ghetto, Projects, Neighborhood and Street Alley, where guns be clappin Where they packin a mack or magnum, braggin How they be jackin, attackin, smackin Taken action just to get reaction, C-A- L-I-F-O-R-I -N-I- A Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento and the streets of L.A.