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Cali Nights (feat. Heartbreaka & Don Won)
by Gee Q Pham
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Y'all know what time it is
1-9-0-4, boys
Don Won, talk to him, Brody
I love the West Coast cause them long summer nights
Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right
When I wake up in the morning
And I get up out my bed
Count them hundreds and them fifties
Smoke some cavi to my head
And if them opps they try to run up
Then we gon' aim straight for they head
I'm from the Golden State, San Diego be specific
I just wanna ball like Ohtani when he pitchin'
Actin' like a pimp, pinky finger when I'm sippin'
Ladies goin' low like the rides that be dippin'
Haven't seen a G, but they still see the vision
Opposition feel the bullets
Every bar that I'm spittin', sendin' shots
Bumpin' every block
Every time that I drop, they got love for me
Been West Coast with it
If it ain't the money, then I don't fuck with it
Simple as that, fuck the fame, shit is out
Every day that I wake till the money, I'ma count
Chiefin' on the loud, yeah, I'm smokin' on the opps
See the cops and I bounce
Never trust a bitch, got her burnin' for them hoes
Blowin' out the gas, in the liter is a foe
It's foe life, I'ma ride San Diego West Coast, uh
I love the West Coast cause them long summer nights
Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right
When I wake up in the morning
And I get up from my bed
Count them hunnids and them fifties
Broke some cavvy to my head
And if them opps, they try to run up
Then we gon' aim straight for they head
Yeah
The dopest dope they ever smoked, come can get you a fix
If you ain't down to die for it, then don't get in the mix
Remember I was down bad, yeah, broke as a bitch
Now that money addin' up in my pocket just don't fit
This shit get deeper than that paper chasin' route that we on
It don't matter where you go, don't forget where you from
I'm from the southeast, baby, bad bitches and guns
Russian cream backwood, good gas in my lungs
Ain't no limit to the things that I want, I go beyond some
And if you wake up broke, then go get on some
Blood, sweat, and tears, hustlin' for many years
Now them diamonds started hittin' like cameras and chandeliers
Tell them flash about it, I been the one, they gotta ask about me
She been a ho, she the one that we gon' pass around
96' Honda Accord, money in the floor
Catchin' flights in out of town, feel like I'm on tour
I love the west coast cause them long summer nights
Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right
When I wake up in the mornin'
and I get up out my bed
count them hundreds and them fifties
Throw some cabbie to my head
And if them opps, they try to run up
then we gon' aim straight for they head
Yeah
It's that California lovin
From Daygo to Pomona
It's that California lovin
L.A. to the bay
It's that California lovin
This west coast for life
It's that California lovin
R.I.P Nate Dogg
Y'all know what time it is
1-9-0-4, boys
Don Won, talk to him, Brody
I love the West Coast cause them long summer nights
Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right
When I wake up in the morning
And I get up out my bed
Count them hundreds and them fifties
Smoke some cavi to my head
And if them opps they try to run up
Then we gon' aim straight for they head
I'm from the Golden State, San Diego be specific
I just wanna ball like Ohtani when he pitchin'
Actin' like a pimp, pinky finger when I'm sippin'
Ladies goin' low like the rides that be dippin'
Haven't seen a G, but they still see the vision
Opposition feel the bullets
Every bar that I'm spittin', sendin' shots
Bumpin' every block
Every time that I drop, they got love for me
Been West Coast with it
If it ain't the money, then I don't fuck with it
Simple as that, fuck the fame, shit is out
Every day that I wake till the money, I'ma count
Chiefin' on the loud, yeah, I'm smokin' on the opps
See the cops and I bounce
Never trust a bitch, got her burnin' for them hoes
Blowin' out the gas, in the liter is a foe
It's foe life, I'ma ride San Diego West Coast, uh
I love the West Coast cause them long summer nights
Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right
When I wake up in the morning
And I get up from my bed
Count them hunnids and them fifties
Broke some cavvy to my head
And if them opps, they try to run up
Then we gon' aim straight for they head
Yeah
The dopest dope they ever smoked, come can get you a fix
If you ain't down to die for it, then don't get in the mix
Remember I was down bad, yeah, broke as a bitch
Now that money addin' up in my pocket just don't fit
This shit get deeper than that paper chasin' route that we on
It don't matter where you go, don't forget where you from
I'm from the southeast, baby, bad bitches and guns
Russian cream backwood, good gas in my lungs
Ain't no limit to the things that I want, I go beyond some
And if you wake up broke, then go get on some
Blood, sweat, and tears, hustlin' for many years
Now them diamonds started hittin' like cameras and chandeliers
Tell them flash about it, I been the one, they gotta ask about me
She been a ho, she the one that we gon' pass around
96' Honda Accord, money in the floor
Catchin' flights in out of town, feel like I'm on tour
I love the west coast cause them long summer nights
Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right
When I wake up in the mornin'
and I get up out my bed
count them hundreds and them fifties
Throw some cabbie to my head
And if them opps, they try to run up
then we gon' aim straight for they head
Yeah
It's that California lovin
From Daygo to Pomona
It's that California lovin
L.A. to the bay
It's that California lovin
This west coast for life
It's that California lovin
R.I.P Nate Dogg
