I’m in the red 64 and I’m heading back to Callie
Blow a purple in the sky with some bitches from the valley
Even know it from a … should a nigger
… I’m rocking … with the …
I got … I don’t … roam in the jungle
Call them tramp avenue boy if I am in a tussle
You can kiss me out on sunset, what’s a sunset
Just … the 50 gray goosing I ain’t done yet
Got a room at the Grafton, lights camera action
A couple thug passion, I’m out leave the mansion
I got the mac dray or some Machiavelli blastin’
Swervin’ on the 10, getting head in the traffic
I’m California dreaming got all these bitches feeling
If you’re breaking neighborhood and throw it up …

Here I feel home and I’m chilling at my place
I know the city at my own,
Like I’m back in the … touch down
…from across town
We California dreaming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m California dreaming, yeah, oh

I’m California dreaming, stand sipping on some …
Call the … at the Lakers game sitting next to Jay
In the south of Long Beach, holler at the homie …
In the church where uncle … he got some bitches shaking ass
Shit I love these Callie women cause they all a bunch of freaks
Trying to hear my record playing every hour on the beat
Then it’s all a cartoon … grab a box of … and some liquor from the …
Get’s me out … piping in the parking lot
My homies claiming neighborhood, nodes what I’m talk about
Then it’s back to the weed spot, picking up some fruity
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Taking shots at mister Chaz while a nigger eating sushi
Gets my west side vibe, then my west coast grind
I’m an east coast sleep, I’m a west coast time
So be careful with your flags niggers … tried to warn you
… book the flight, I’m headed back to California

Here I feel home and I’m chilling at my place
I know the city at my own,
Like I’m back in the … touch down
…from across town
We California dreaming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m California dreaming, yeah, oh

Another day, another dollar, tell that nigger loot the …
20 on the … in the sky blowing dollars
Then … trying to send me there
Think twice cause everything I ride then they send me there
Going of that … yeah
Bandana tied around my head like Pac when he was spitting on that cameraman
Going off that purple haze, grand daddy in the base
… keep it empty …
Catch me at the fox hills, …trying to match that box you came
Cause it’s a hot wheel
And I’m whipping from the 60’s to the jungle
From Compton to the … stock wheels
… strippers … mama you hotter ..

Here I feel home and I’m chilling at my place
I know the city at my own,
Like I’m back in the … touch down
…from across town
We California dreaming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m California dreaming, yeah, oh.



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