Peewee Longway - California lyrics

[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway] Longway a nasty dealer, pull up with b**h in a vert Italian jeans, Ferragamo Shirt I look like I'm plugging and serving work Jackin' and Juggin' I do plenty dirt Have pharmacy d** like I'm a nurse Tussin' that pourin', I'm scratchin' my arms Grits, I got the molly by bricks The spot in the trenches, they pa**ing that dough I put that sh** on and get at your ho Crocodile hundred, the tip of my toe Stars on my ankle, Givenchy they wishin' Arm and Hammer, Mr. Egg Beater Cook up your favorite dish, let you swipe your card for a brick With a snubnose, 44 bulldog, and the St. Bernard with the dick They viscous now don't f** around and get bit Shook all like a red nose pit I'm in the A, but I be kickin' hippy sh** Water the Og and go to Chenchita(?) I be on some drop the ticket sh** Come f** with me don't go f** with your people MPA Bandcamp she finna keep em Still got bagdrops on my beeper And I still get you wacked, f**in' around with my people Beat em with a bat like I'm Benny Segal Neighborhood Crip come through just like the reaper Load up your sh** and go sip and smoke reefer Got a rollie on my wrist, 40 pointers Bought that sh**, servin' different people (?)Been Og like Dirty Harry Like a junky noddin on a needle [Hook] I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young n***a's bangin' on every street I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young n***a's bangin' on every street [Verse 2] I turn my hood to California, Og Gas bag 33 Juggin' in the trap, it's Zone 3 I front the young n***a that's in the street Run the traphouse like a 24 Pull up to the Hill, that's stop-n-go Trapping Balenciaga, I'm the dealer Balling, n***a dressing like I'm Pablo And I got it for the Low(For the low!) Drop it off right at the door Don't play with my scrilla, got young blue gorilla's They bangin' the hood and they turning locs I turn my to Cali, Bricks on the boat In the trenches, I'm a work me a ho We juggin' OG out the front and back door Hundred round drums I'm a calico (Longway b**h!) [Hook] I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young n***a's bangin' on every street I turn my hood to California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I put the bags in the trenches for cheap I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California I turn my hood into California Young n***a's bangin' on every street