Listen to California (feat. Young Dolph & Ricco Barrino) by Colonel Loud

California (feat. Young Dolph & Ricco Barrino)

Colonel Loud

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colonel Loud
Colonel Loud
Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricco Barrino
Ricco Barrino
Songwriter
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Arlinda Garrett
Arlinda Garrett
Songwriter
Corey Dennard
Corey Dennard
Songwriter
Frankie Beverly
Frankie Beverly
Songwriter
Jerome Carmichael
Jerome Carmichael
Songwriter
Michael Montgomery
Michael Montgomery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Hanky
Mr. Hanky
Producer

Lyrics

Hoo! I stay gettin' that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California (yeah) I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smokin' on the best loud in California Ey, California, oh California I swear (I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali!) Palm trees in the L the top pushed back (yeah) Blowin' smoke out the roof cookies to be exact I'm always in Cali 'cause this is where it's at (yeah) Bitches bud good weather what you know 'bout that (yeah) Where all the flat bitches ride Binges and beamers They either wanna be a actress or a singer (okey) I'm at the stip club on sunset throwin' singles With this bad bitch from Compton Paulina Breakin' down back woods, rollin' gasoline up Left the loud factor, pulled up in Englewood I fuck with some crips and I fuck with some bloods And I fuck with some esseys My stands house in the valley Welcome to my palace Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas Said I owed you from Atlanta crates from the base I stay gettin' that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California (yeah) I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smokin' on the best loud in California Ey, California, oh California I swear (I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali!) You know I gotta show the west love I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud I be chillin' with the goons, yeah, the real thugs Went to Sacremento, nigga met a real thug I said I'm lookin' for the gas where the deal at Want the strong, gotta go where the hill at I met a bad bopper chillin out in frisco Like to flip a lot of breezes in the cisco I hop my ass on the 101 and headed north And when I hit the hill, I found what I was lookin' for I feelin' like a leprechaun with a pot of gold Bags of the gas, yeah, the colonel got a soul I fly a bitch from the A with 100 racks Put her ass in a rental, tell her run it back Fly another bitch in with 200 more Welcome to California, the state of gold I stay gettin' that work in California And all the killers they show me love in California (yeah) I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smokin' on the best loud in California Ey, California, oh California I swear (I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali!) Well, well
Writer(s): Paul Maurice Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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