Come kick it wit' a Cali nigga
If you wanna see
I got plenty plenty trees
If you down to roll wit' me
SacTown representin'
916 is where I be
Phony nz out my face
If you rollin' wit' the east
Westside, you can finally call me Pac
If you want
Stay dopin' in this rap game
Na I don't front
Yellow Diamond
Joy Production in this mn' ct
We all up in yo bh mouth
Na now whassup
They wanna try and gain a lil' fame
Off of me
Fake poets trynna rhyme
But they can't fk wit' me
Fresh hoe nz actin'
Like they really know where to be
Fake ink printed
On some fake death family tree
I'm doin' this one for my nz
My SacTown G'z
I got some hatin' mz
Trynna fit in wit' me
I'm rollin' wit' CoolayCoo
My cuz family
XL the Train, nz know how we be
Let 'em know cousin
Rollin' down the block in toyota
Anotha sunny day in California
Half naked ladies and sticky gaunga
All you see in the state of California
Rollin' down yo block in a low honda
Hatin' on a playa I got somethin' for ya
All my Californians lemme hear ya holla
We don't say hecka we say hella
Rollin' down the block in a tacoma
Fk wit' me wrong, end up in a coma
You know CoolayCoo don't like drama
CoolayCoo only worry 'bout commas
How much **** can I smoke, hella
How many bs did I fk, hella
How much money did I made, hella
How many shots did I took, hella
No hell yeah, fn' right
Only hella dro movin' around in a circle
Big black sweaty wit' a hoodie
Mean muggin' won't tell the quiet one
Has the pistol
Hours away from the bay
SacTown, city of trees, servin' purple
A.k.a LumberJack wit' the loud pack
Hennessy crack, keepin' it show show
Rollin' down the block in toyota
Anotha sunny day in California
Half naked ladies and sticky gaunga
All you see in the state of California
Rollin' down yo block in a low honda
Hatin' on a playa I got somethin' for ya
All my Californians lemme hear ya holla
We don't say hecka we say hella