Aw yeah, they been waiting on this, ****

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, uh

Success is the greatest revenge for fake friends

That don't wanna see you ballin' in a Benz

You ever bossed up, then you know just what this is

I had to make the soundtrack for every time we win

I make 'em say, this one for my side baby, this for my coast

Almost everyone I know is doing dirt, dope or both

The temp on a hunnid, my team on a hunnid

The Inland Empire is the village and we run it

Look, Malibu to Venice, Ten East to Coachella

Where the women get tan and the weed get better

Through R-I-A-L-T dot O, that's fo' sho'

If that's too much baby, call it the toe, bounce

California nights with the top down

You need California nights with the top down

Say what's up, whole city know we hot now

Don't come around when we up if you was not down

Touch down, J rolled pretty when I land

Other half on the rival, don't play stupid, I ain't playing

Need the bass and the clap

Gimmie weed, gimmie dap

California, the home of the slap only

On the left side of the map

The pretty girls get live where we at (Where you at?)

We get the money and we slide where we at (Where you at?)

Them real **** certified where we at (On the left side)

Only on the left side of the map (On the left side)

She pull up and get it live where we at (Where you at?)

We get the money and we slide where we at (Where you at?)

Them real **** certified where we at (Where you at?)

Only on the

Left side, west side, best side, that's where I be

Like B-I-G is to Bed-Stuy, bitch I'm the king

Home of low-lows and scrapers

Eat at Carrie's or Baker's

D.A. pull out them papers

Watch killers turn to fakers

I still rock with the Lakers, twenty-four on my jersey

Where I'm from, **** feel like they won when they see thirty

They killed Hefty and his nine year old son, these streets is dirty

Mama's cryin' and worryin'

Lord help 'em and hurry

These **** is bendin' corners

Ain't thinkin' 'bout diplomas

California liquor store, drinkin' Arizona

Get the gas from the dope spot

Papers from the smoke shop

Rock my Vans low top

I bet I never go pop

Yeah-yeah, bitch you know I'm west side connected

Yeah-yeah, I'll give my life before you snatch my necklace, yeah-yeah

I'm born in Californ-I-E

I rep it every day

I don't listen to ya'll music 'cause it's all the same

My words be pissin' rappers off

I feel like Charlamagne

Real **** role call

Bet they don't call yo name

Nine-o-nine to nine-five-one we in the hall of fame

You can catch me

On the left side of the map (Yeah)

The pretty girls get live where we at (Where you at?)

We get the money and we slide where we at (Where you at?)

Them real **** certified where we at (Where you at?)

Only on the left side of the map

She pull up and get it live where we at (Where you at?)

We get the money and we slide where we at (Where you at?)

Them real **** certified where we at (Where you at?)

Only on the left side of the map

On the left side of the map

They want to control what they don't understand