California Lyrics - Singles - Colonel Loud

Bankroll Mob- 

Okay okay 

You know, you know 

Well I be 

Bumping California Love on the West Side 

Thanking God for the weed, women, and the sunshine 

Dumb hot 

Out on Sunset 

Blowing kush 

From the one time 

You get a contact 

Catch ya ass at the red light 

Wanna run at 'em sideways in a Hellcat 

On some run flat 

By the way I 

Never seen a better view, not in Malibu 

Bunch of bad bitches naked in the swimming pool 

Hear the waves crashing, playing spades in the living room (Cracking) 

Sound like a Doggystyle interlude 

Kurupt Gotti, nigga where the gas at? 

Moon rock got me acting like I never had shit 

From Bankhead to a Hollywood address 

Same nigga tho 

One on one get your ass kicked 

Respect it more than a tad bit 

Every hood every set though 

Sheesh! 

One time for the West Coast 

LA, the Bay, from Sacramento out to San Diego, California 

Ricco Barrino- 

Stay getting that work in California 

And all the killers they show me love in California 

I flew a bitch from the A to California 

And I be smoking on the best loud in California 

Ayy California, oh California 

I swear 

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali 

Young Dolph- 

Palm trees in the air, the top pushed back 

Blowing smoke out the roof cookies to be exact 

I'm always in Cali cause this is where it's at 

Bitches, bud, good weather, what you know bout that 

Where all the fly bitches ride Benzs and Beamers 

They either wanna be an actress, or a singer 

I'm at the strip club on Sunset, throwing singles 

With this bad bitch from Compton, pouring lean up 

Breaking down backwoods, rolling gasoline up 

Left the Laugh Factory, pulled up in Inglewood 

I fuck with some crips and I fuck with some bloods 

And I fuck with some esé 

My stash house in the Valley 

Welcome to my palace 

Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas 

Selling OG from LA and crates from the Bay 

Ricco Barrino- 

Stay getting that work in California 

And all the killers they show me love in California 

I flew a bitch from the A to California 

And I be smoking on the best loud in California 

Ayy California, oh California 

I swear 

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali 

Colonel Loud- 

You know I gotta show the West love 

I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud 

I been chilling with the goons, yeah the real thugs 

Went to Sacramento nigga met a real plug 

I said I'm looking for the gas where the kill at 

Want the strong gotta go where the hill at 

I met a bad bopper chilling out in Frisco 

Like to sip the lime-a-ritas and the sisco 

I hopped my ass on the 101 and headed north 

And when I hit the hill I found what I was looking for 

I'm feeling 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 told her run it back 

Fly another bitch in with 200 more 

Welcome to California the State of gold 

Ricco Barrino- 

Stay getting that work in California 

And all the killers they show me love in California 

I flew a bitch from the A to California 

And I be smoking on the best loud in California 

Ayy California, oh California 

I swear 

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali