Astronaut Pussy/welcome To California Lyrics - Oke: Operation Kill Everything - Game

Too high, can't come down 

Losing my head, spinning round and round 

Round and round 

Round and round 

Back to the hoes 

Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy 

Cadillac and a coupe 

See them niggas hatin from afar, can't catch em know 

But they getting smacked when we do 

Ra ta ta like we snoop 

Crown on the vic 

Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch 

And a couple crowns on my crew 

Keeping pounds of the blue 

Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it 

Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it 

The trunk got a body in it 

Niggas be like he bodying it 

Ziplock full of J's, closet full of J's walking on my crib and he's Scotty in it 

Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it 

8 gold chains like it's already in it 

Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it 

Don't get too popped if yo ass 2 Pac 

Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it 

Plus I still got a crib on Brazil 

I ain't never holly that but I got a Maserati in it 

That's my new addition, nobody in it 

Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it 

So much money, got a money tree 

Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team 

Same fuck niggas with they hand out 

Same stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money skeme 

Back to the convers, kill em with one verse 

Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst 

Callin Archurelli, tell him niggas in one hearse 

'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce 

No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt 

Niggas love them choppas like we flyin in black cars 

But you with the roost, thinkin a nigga was black though 

Now hold that thought 

Motherfuckers wanna act loco 

Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 

Motherfuckers wanna act loco 

Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4 

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Pray for me, I'll make 30 

Desert, even my nails dirty 

Everything on life and I'd die for it 

Made a mill, you ain't even know it 

Tell Iluminati I'm down for it 

Call Jigga, I'm next nigga 

Some niggas my new litter 

Fuck the world on earth day 

Her booty clap on my birthday 

I would take the cake but I've been paid 

I'm a real nigga, you's arcade 

Had a switch blade in the 5th grade 

Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch 

Now I'm going big, I can buy the house 

You sound water down, I sound of an ounce 

See this for those who say "where you from" 

If those hoes who gonna make me cum 

With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around 

And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung 

Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum 

If the bed low I'mma stack the crumb 

Up the contraband in-between my gun 

Before smoking dope I was selling coke 

Well rocked up to a 8 year old 

When it popped up, call it pot luck 

500 G's, nigga pretty please 

Condos, where it's sun and trees 

10 keys with my 8 G's 

Hoover hats like the star of David 

Pull on shots unless kidney faded 

Ran up on 'em, I ain't doin aimin' 

Move out the set but the set I'm banging 

Photos 

Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it 

West side eagles and I ain't budging 

Independent niggas with no budget 

If it ain't about a dollar gotta change subjects 

Rap ass niggas ain't sayin nothing 

This flow here, niggas can't touch it 

Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz 

Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket 

Sox gang off in the streets 

10 hut, big squads are with me 

See niggas 12 ballin like they been in the gym 

But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me 

Can I vet? All you niggas sound retarded to me 

Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga 

Turn yo head to target for free 

Now I'm on, look at me 

Started, started with them pistols and palm trees 

Now when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that that's all me 

See the set catch rap 

When I slide through throwin up a bill 

And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please 

This S to the K to the E to the M nigga 

New Rolls go vroom nigga 

Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga 

Got enough room to fill up a room nigga 

And I'm all in these, had 100 a go 

Gave her that dick now she beggin for more 

Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie 

But I ain't got, still got 100 to go 

And I do it, I does it 

I swear that you love it 

I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage 

Play with you rappers, my nigga 

This black mack 

Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it 

Welcome to California bitch 

Welcome to California bitch 

Ski's not the only place 

Sounds like a BS 

I know another place 

Where you can't stop the shining 

You can't stop the shining 

You can't stop the shining 

You can't stop the shining 

Nigga done run everywhere 

Left trails in my city everywhere 

But nowhere like home 

C-O-M-P-T-O-N on 

Bitch come and dust my throne 

Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche 

Now I'm driving through London alone 

With a Parisian bitch 

Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos 

Where we goin? 

What we doin? 

Fly to Johannesburg 

Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai 

On my poolside, coolin my Audemar 

You waterproof fuckin gone, let em know that I admit 

Everywhere around the world and that's cool 

But can a hotel fuckin reserve us parked through 

My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move 

Move to back to Compton shit, we are too 

Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two 

Livin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt you 

And the very next day where Pac met his fate 

It's how we live our life, surrounded by tape 

Pause 

Where the angels fly, city of angels... I will never let you down 

Kill anything approaching my crown 

Still undefeated 

That's why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches 

But don't get it confused, said he still got moves 

Where the wrong colors niggas end up on the news like Sal 

Like Durant in a dream then I'm right back down Compton avenue in a Buick 

If you had the hot niggas put a bullet through it 

And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it? 

Would you do it? 

If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it? 

Would you be from great street or would you Piru it? 

Here's my red raggers that's ain't nothing to it 

There go the 60's, motherfucker good luck 

(Welcome to California bitch) 

They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck 

From the corner where that ho said that hit kat 

Short dress, hair down her bizac 

You know me with my thumb in my index 

Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga 

Pass blunts to my cousins nigga 

Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river 

High power, you a amish liver 

Cali dro in my lungs and such 

Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk 

My shoe box should've been a armored truck 

Everything good, feeling marvelous 

Came to the city, that you honored us 

You don't talk me a game, no game homie 

Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it 

Uh, Mr. 3rd degree 

Burn like the bridge and yo business uh 

Started at the floor, at the beginning uh 

Now I rep the floor until the ending uh 

Smoking on ills cuz I'm winnin 

Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit 

Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes 

Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2 

No Cali J, I still ran all blow 

All in the trim, straight lookin like you 

Free tattoo 

I'm in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib 

Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence 

Might die on the freeway 

Hey, much love to the he way, aye 

Watch you know about LA? 

(Welcome to California bitch) 

Stay low from the comas 

Make a right fore they dome us 

(Welcome to California bitch) 

Stay low from the comas 

Make a right fore they... 

Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills 

And I swear I'mma bring her to the set if she will 

And if I do the pussy better killin 

Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills 

These niggas hella be trip, these niggas never be real 

I came up in a world where it's kill or be killed 

I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuck me still 

Just give a dick, never covered a bill 

This shit is real, this west side INGFCF 

Bands on them bitches, getting M's on them bitches 

Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches 

Last long like I'm using extends on them bitches 

I'm a native, I got real niggas with me 

Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White 

Middle fingers for the peace 

Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick 

Man come and get me out