California Take me back to California Take me back to California Won'tcha take me back, back there? Take me back to California Take me back to California Take me back to California
Tulkojums: LA Guns. Kalifornija.
L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday
it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to
Ere saturday I'm out drinkin boooze ? ere sunday im at work in miami On the yacht with a bottle of CIROC! new york 2 L.A, give a fuck what a hater say
im a let off a clip cause this is for the brown ( pride ) R - A - Z - A im a show you muthafuckers how them dodgers play cause im a rep L.A. im a rep
I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I L L Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh This for my niggas
it in I'm in the back where it's dark as hell Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores Shit all
's just for you, All my guns, Swingin niggas from L.A.To New York, Who ain't havin it?Let the picture spray And we talk, Cause a nigga got to do,
Coke Loc, a dip with Tip Tip Get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Dee Livin' that D P, give me that S T In a 4 0 a 0 E from my O G And a bag of them
the radio (Police can't help you no) Dead man, dead man on the radio (Police can't help you no) Guns they go hard in L.A. This is not a playground Wrong
Swerve the block clownin' bitches in my drop top Playa muthafuckas always want to cock block It ain't a thang all they want to do is watch a jock Blaze a
a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell
never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California be the home of the SureA?A±os Dropping the Regal and
panic zone East L.A. to the beach, welcome to the terror dome When the feelings gone, here comes artillery To penetrate my zone takes a mind of a military
was, ya heard? [Chorus] [Wyclef - singing] California, knows how to party when I land in the L-A-X Quik picked me up, four freaks in a stretch Big California
