Tech N9ne - On Our Way To L.A. lyrics

[Verse 1 - Don Juan] I'm all about the cash, down to get the a** 5-6 the spot homie smoking gra** Pa** me the drink watch a n***a get towed down Tech gave the low down Now it's time to put the hoes down I came and questions got the b**h Guessing 'bout the dick f**ed the white too quick Nothin' but a trick b**h now I'm on another journey Had no rub', hope the b**h don't burn me Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A To make Gs, pretty b**hes and palm trees 35 south 40 going west 15 the opposite of north on a quest [Verse 2 - Tech N9ne] Hittin' prospect straight bro Looking for some Kansas City hoes to poke But rellish floats my boat Keep a n***a for live in my pocket I gotta get mine Keeping suspicious middle n******gs behind my line Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many dope styles Pack my bag now I'm out pal Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one night Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no doubt Rich man suits,? her face off in the pillow The next morning dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo Give me the number bianc so that when we come back through Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh 40 west, to Alberquerque on through the Arizona hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ Is down with us, you can say what you say Kansas City all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A [Hook - Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] (2x) On our way to Cali All we want is the palm trees a pretty b**h (and become rich) Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.) Turn Cali to Missouri [Verse 3 - Don Juan] We hit the highway, the fly way Doing 89 n***as waste no time Make a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop Midwestside never flip-flop n***as get dropped, all about the rellish when we creep Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a suite Gave n***as much love, pa**ed much bud Come here baby get at me show what you made of 12 20 north-west, a little get together Beautiful ladies, nobody shady Down-a** homies, nobody phony Everything was dandy So wa**up to my homegirls Tammy Tachey and Tez, right too thick Misery n***as, right too sick We gotta make that group We gotta jet, seven forty seven style Oh sh**, eleven hundred mo' miles [Verse 4 - Tech N9ne] L.A. two-way my on The chronic up in L.A. we stayed high gone Wake up show flows see hoes on the 405 Already hell alive when I arrive Midwest style no Cristal just Caribou Lou Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who? Them road dog n***as from Mizzizy We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy What's the real dough, we got that real flow You other busters coming fake like a dil*o And if you wanna try a n***a from the misery get with me And me show you what the Tecca Nina k** fo' I'm out for stacks baby, creating plaques baby After I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack maybe Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy I'm off and can't a motherf**er stop me I'm off n***a [Hook - Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] (2x) On our way to Cali All we want is the palm trees a pretty b**h (and become rich) Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.) Turn Cali to Missouri [Outro - Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] (Yeah, ey, call the n***a Don and tell that n***a to get the van ready we 'bout to roll to Cali) We got everything, hey just make sure we got everything you know? (Yeah that's right I got the?) Call the n***a Q and tell 'em uh- we arrive uuh- five o'clock memorial day man) (That's right that's right ey) Tell the n***a to have some biancs ready for us (Tell the n***a to have the motherf**ing 151 ready cause we got plenty of Caribou Lou ready for b**hes in the jacuzzi) And play some questions with you hoes hahahaha (Where the f** is LeJo at man?)