California Dreamin (feat. John Givez)

Yeah What up West Coast? What up Southeast? (Daygo) Raised me to be a lil' beast (Yeah) Caught a couple fades in the streets (What?) Played on the beach (Huh) Playin' records with my Uncle Keith I hit the fam all for the beats (Yeah) I'm rollin' down Imperial (Imperial) Old school in my stereo (Woo) From Skyline, you don't hear me, though (Skyline) I took a road trip to Long Beach, hit the wrong street And they bang on you ("Where you from?"), but I'm good, I know Mozzy Got a cousin off of Wilmington and El Segundo Yeah, that's Compton, where it get hotter when the sun low Visit greats down in South Bay (What up, Steve?) Ate good, thank God for my people in the hood I grew up in the '90s ('90s) Peter Pan Ave., you could find me (Yeah) Posted with my cousin right behind me (Huh) Every single summer I was lookin' for the come up in that Southern California sun bright enough to blind me (Bling!) California dreamin' Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh Wakin' up police, yeah, that's how we do Gotta stay up out the way, yeah Young hitters outside everyday, yeah Chin up, chest up, can't let 'em see you break down Fiends on the corner, it's the Devil's playground Beautiful, but dangerous Prolly why they always out there dreamin', like Cali dreamin' Cali dreamin' Cali dreamin' Cali dreamin' It was all a dream, Southern California's the real thing (West Coast) That's when I saw some people turn into real fiends (Whoa) Helicopters in the sky, put that light off in yo' eye I was just a teen doin' my lil' thing (Yeah) And Mexicanos got them hydros on the low-lows They was so dope and I was sold on Couldn't wait 'til I could roll on, ha (Woo) I was doin' out there doin' dirt all by my lonesome (Lonesome) Stealin' candy from the store, I'd let you hold some (Ayy, whatchu want, fool?) Granny havin' Sunday service in the back room (Hallelujah) I was runnin' from it, but I guess she prayed me back to 'em (Yeah) Palm trees, sea breeze, BCs, BGs to the OGs sippin' on a OE (OE) H-Town made a screw-up (Screw-up) And Cali showed me gang signs that I threw up (What up?) The hood called me OG 'cause I blew up It's all God if you knew the way I grew up (Yeah) California dreamin' Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh Wakin' up police, yeah, that's how we do Gotta stay up out the way, yeah Young hitters outside everyday, yeah Chin up, chest up, can't let 'em see you break down Fiends on the corner, it's the Devil's playground Beautiful, but dangerous Prolly why they always out there dreamin', like Cali dreamin' Cali dreamin' Cali dreamin' Cali dreamin'