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[Verse 1]
Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle (In California)
Bad bitches with game that'll play you like a fiddle (In California)
Seventy-nine degrees, forever feeling the breeze (In California)
Land of the realest, the players and OGs (In California)
[Verse 2]
Ay, today was a good day
Like Cube shit but don't make us act a fool shit
'Cause we was raised in the weather
Where the homies do it better, alphabet, seventh letter
Yeah, that means we G with it
We so G, they reppin' overseas with it
Them Chevys on deck, '64 with the rag
And we ride for them colours that'd get you toe-tagged
So don't take us for granted
We Loc and we smoke the best weed on the planet
The sticky-icky-icky, no seeds
They tourists and they looking Japanese
They fascinated how the realest get down
VIP Queen Mary when they skating through the town
We sick with the game like pneumonia
That bomb-ass state, California
[Verse 3]
Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle (In California)
Bad bitches with game that'll play you like a fiddle (In California)
Seventy-nine degrees, forever feeling the breeze (In California)
Land of the realest, the players and OGs (In California)
[Verse 4]
They pretty with a beach body
Them California girls off the chain at a party
She drinking Henny with the lobster
In an altercation, if she got it, she will pop ya
She down with it, what?
You think I'm playin'? ****, bring it
Pull up to the strippers, what they do?
We bring the baddest bitches from the hood to Malibu
Long Beach, Compton, The Bay
Hollywood to LA
They representing with the business
And let you know it's West Coast for life so what's the business?
And her style's on fleek
Don't matter if she shop in Melrose or the swap meet
They know how to drop that ass on me
They bomb in the state of California
[Verse 5]
Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle (In California)
Bad bitches with game that'll play you like a fiddle (In California)
Seventy-nine degrees, forever feeling the breeze (In California)
Land of the realest, the players and OGs (In California)
[Verse 6]
From Stacy Adams to Chucks
Low riders to the big new trucks
Real ones coastin'
Homies and families toastin'
To the good life, hood life
That Domino life all night
Strong like ammonia in California (In California)
[Verse 7]
Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle (In California)
Bad bitches with game that'll play you like a fiddle (In California)
Seventy-nine degrees, forever feeling the breeze (In California)
Land of the realest, the players and OGs (In California)
[Verse 8]
Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle (In California)
Bad bitches with game that'll play you like a fiddle (In California)
Seventy-nine degrees, forever feeling the breeze (In California)
Land of the realest, the players and OGs (In California)
Written by: OXP
