[Verse 1:]
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Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
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Follow me home back to my project apartment
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Land of the palm trees, buyin weed we smokin, home of the low-lows
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6-4s we rollin, chuck taylors and nikes, wife beaters and white tees
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Up in the Yay area boys gettin hyphy
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Los Angeles where them boys rockin them colors hard
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Runnin from 1 time, we ain't livin behind them bars
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Take you on Crenshaw, then show you how to ride a car
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Hit a couple of switches, you won't have to buy a?
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Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin, lookin like a star
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Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra
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Pocket full of cash, we smash, we all at the mall
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Hit a swapmeet, snatch some khakis up off the wall
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Turn your music up cus we don't give a fuck about the law
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Only Lord knows, this is California soul
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[Chorus: The Game]
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C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
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Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't shit niggas could tell me
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Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love
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We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub
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[Verse 2:]
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Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
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Follow me home back to my project apartment
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Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless
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Changin my number nigga the streets steady callin, but
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Moneys my target, nobodys flawless
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Step in my building still got the work under my carpet
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Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin
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Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment
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South Central active, gang bang capitol
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Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg, it's factual
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What set you claim? Little homey they askin you
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Wrong color, wrong sign, boy they blastin you
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And when you passin though better have a pass if u
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Because these boys in the hood they'll casket you
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Nothin but the truth is what I'm givin you
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Lord knows, the life of a California soul
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[Chorus:]
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C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
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Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't shit niggas could tell me
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Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love
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We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub
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[Verse 3:]
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Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
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Follow me home back to my project apartment
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Still in my hood on my beach cruiser, pedalin
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Niggas think I'm a rookie but got the heart of a veteran
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Nigga I'm a doctor?, I got that medicine
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For them patients they say the go around me but that's irrelavent
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Balls hangin low just like a elephant, still ridin high like a pelican
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Nigga I ain't studder man, I do it for the gutta men
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I do it for my people on a hustle on a struggle, we go? dawg
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I do it for the W, west coast my coast, Watts, California
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My hood my burough, plus I gotta keep it thorough man I gotta keep it gangsta
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That's what I am no wanksta, never that
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Momma never raised a chump, watch what you sayin huh
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Only Lord knows, California soul
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Follow Me Home
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| Jay Rock |
