intro)
By 5:04, leaving Kennedy, on LAX.
Oh, Cali?
verse 1)
Im on the plane headed to Cali
home of the gangster rap, and its a very
hot sunny day in LA
crusin down the alley, or the beach-side streets of LA
chronic in my right hand and a gat in my left
cuz Im fully strapped, just in case some haters wanna fucking slap
rat-tat-tat-tat, take that, let my gat do
all the talking in the situations like that
if you wanna party, fine with me
just stay away from my chains and car keys, if you know what I mean
Im hittin Hollywood, Im hittin Beverly and
Im hittin Compton to the Disney Land
let the lolo bounce till the tires fall out
leave skid marks like a new lane on the ground
fuck the police this is for NWA
its the Cali way, this is how I do in LA
hook)
It aint bout where youre form home boy, where youre at.
On LAX
Oh Cali?
Compton to Hollywood, as soon as I hit L.A.,
Im in that lolo I do it the Cali way.
(x2)
verse 2)
gotta say whats up to my vatos
cuz I gots to respect them sick MCs
please excuse my Ebonics
thats blazin supersonics
out of your speakers but
what can you do?
when your blood is as black as a rotten muddy pool
wicked kid in the school, sprying lead with his tool
and he grew up to be who listens to gangster rapping crews
real Eazy-goin but cold as an Ice Cube
I overdosed on the chronic,
but not the one with the purple haze or any hash in it
I overdosed on the Chronic,
and 2001, the one with them fat tracks in it
thats why, thats why, thats why , thats why
Im waiting for the good Doc
to cure this intoxication, can he?
hes got a record full of vaccines
or maybe another chronic in that next Detox LP
hook)
It aint bout where youre form home boy, where youre at.
On LAX
Oh Cali?
Compton to Hollywood, as soon as I hit L.A.,
Im in that lolo I do it the Cali way.
(x2)