Game - Astronaut *****/Welcome To California Lyrics
(Chorus)Too high, can’t come downLosing my head, spinning round and roundRound and roundRound and round[Verse 1: Game]Back to the hoesRidin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboyCadillac and a coupeSee them niggas hatin from afar, can’t catch em knowBut they getting smacked when we doRa ta ta like we snoopCrown on the vicCrown on my wrist, crown on my *****And a couple crowns on my crewKeeping pounds of the blueIvory in it, tsunami in it when I be in itGot the lobby in it, Tommy in itThe trunk got a body in itNiggas be like he bodying itZiplock full of J’s, closet full of J’s walking on my crib and he’s Scotty in itBath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it8 gold chains like it’s already in itMurder with the ink, I’m Gotti in itDon’t get too popped if yo ass 2 PacCargos with the 12 gauge shotty in itPlus I still got a crib on BrazilI ain’t never holly that but I got a Maserati in itThat’s my new addition, nobody in itChop shops in the hood, no karate in itSo much money, got a money treeWhoop so many niggas’ ass, shit we money teamSame ***** niggas with they hand outSame stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money skemeBack to the convers, kill em with one verseConverse with the worst til one of our gun burstCallin Archurelli, tell him niggas in one hearse‘Cus Compton ain’t like the city of commerceNo back talk, back wall, end up in asphaltNiggas love them choppas like we flyin in black carsBut you with the roost, thinkin a nigga was black thoughNow hold that thoughtMother*****ers wanna act locoHit em with numerous shots from the 4-4Mother*****ers wanna act locoHit em with numerous shots from the 4-4(Chorus)Too high, can’t come downLosing my head, spinning round and roundToo high, can’t come downLosing my head, spinning round and round[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]Pray for me, I’ll make 30Desert, even my nails dirtyI’mma think on life and I’d die for itMade a mill, you ain’t even know itTell Iluminati I’m down for itCall Jigga, I'm next niggaSome niggas my new litter***** the world on earth dayHer booty clap on my birthdayI would take the cake but I’ve been paidI’m a real nigga, you’s arcadeHad a switch blade in the 5th gradeSmoked plenty weed on my mama’s couchNow I’m going big, I can buy the houseYou sell water down, I sell low for ounceSee this for adults who say where you fromIf those hoes who gonna make me cumWith them ***** niggas we don’t ***** aroundAnd ***** niggas gonna lose a lotKnock knock nigga, come feel the dramaIf the bed low I’mma stack the crownUp the contraband in-between my gunBefore smoking dope I was selling cokeWell rocked up to a 8 year oldWhen it popped up, call it pot luck500 G’s, nigga pretty pleaseCondos, where it’s sun and trees10 keys with my 8 G’sHoover hats like the star of DavidPull on shots unless kidney fadedRent a pony, might go with EmmettMove out the set but the set I’m banging(Chorus)Too high, can’t come downLosing my head, spinning round and roundToo high, can’t come downLosing my head, spinning round and round[Verse 3: Skeme]Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, ***** itWest side neighbors and I ain’t budgingIndependent niggas with no budgetIf it ain’t about a dollar gotta change subjectsRap ass niggas ain’t seen nothingThis flow here, niggas can’t touch itMother***** friends, tinted windows on the BenzDoing doughnuts in the ***** got me trippin like a bucketShots going off in the streets10 hut, big squads are with meSee niggas 12 ballin like they been in the gymBut you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to meCan I vet? All you niggas sound retarded to meKillin these niggas, I’m a general niggaTurn yo head to target for freeNow I’m on, look at meStarted, started with them pesos and palm treesNow when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that that’s all meSee the set catch rapWhen I slide through throwin up a billAnd niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy pleaseThis S to the K to the E to the E niggaNew Rolls go vroom niggaGot a 5 *****ed back like boom niggaGot enough room to fill up a room niggaAnd I’m all in these, had 100 a goGave her that dick now she beggin for morePay me a millie, yo ***** load is illieBut I ain’t got, still got 100 to goAnd I do it, I does itI swear that you love itI just left from Newark, got bands in my luggagePlay with you rappers, my niggaThis black mackTake out my dick, take a piss on the public like ***** it(Chorus)Too high, can’t come downLosing my head, spinning round and roundToo high, can’t come downLosing my head, spinning round and roundRound and roundRound and roundToo high, can’t come downToo high, can’t come downToo high, can’t come down(Welcome To California)(Intro)Welcome to California *****Welcome to California *****(Chorus)Ski’s not the only placeSounds like a BSI know another placeWhere you can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shining(Verse)Nigga done run everywhereLeft trails in my city everywhereBut nowhere like homeSee I won’t killed when on***** come and dust my throneStand from grandmother’s porch to my executive PorscheNow I’m driving through London aloneWith a Parisian *****Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornosWhere we goin?What we doin?Fly to JohannesburgNigga city in ruins then fly to DubaiOn my poolside, coolin my AudemarYou waterproof *****in gone, let em know that I admitEverywhere around the world and that’s coolBut can a hotel *****in reserve us parked throughMy hood gorillas move whenever sharks moveMove to back to Compton shit, we are tooCondos and wheels to shit, I bought twoLivin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt youAnd the very next day where Pac met his fateIt’s how we live our life, surrounded by Che, pause(Verse)Where the angels fly, city of angels… I will never let you downKill anything approaching my crownStill undefeatedThat’s why I got my kids building sand castles on the beachesBut don’t get it confused, said he still got movesWhere the wrong colors niggas end up on the news like SalLike Durant in a dream then I’m right back down Compton avenue in a BuickIf you had the hot niggas put a bullet through itAnd it took a coma for you to be king would you do it?Would you do it?If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it?Would you be from great street or would you Piru it?Here’s my red raggers that’s ain’t nothing to itThere go the 60’s, mother*****er good luck(Welcome to California *****)They were the 60’s, mother*****er good luck(Verse)From the corner where that ho said that hit katShort dress, head and that bizacYou know me with my thumb in my indexNah, I ain’t bloodin niggaPass blunts to my cousins niggaTurn hale into gold, I can pon the riverHigh power, you a amish liverCali dro in my lungs and suchTwisted blunts from dawn to duskMy shoe box should’ve been a armored truckEverything good, feeling marvelousCame to the city, that you honored usYou don’t talk me a game, no game homieGet greedy with the clip, no aim on itUh, Mr. 3rd degreeBurn like the bridge and yo business uhStarted at the floor, at the beginning uhNow I rep the floor until the ending uhSmoking on ills cuz I’m winninWax getting blowed, just the pin litUh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoesRa ta ta in the lap with the 2No Cali J, I still ran all blowAll in the trim, straight lookin like youFree tattoo(Verse)I’m in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta cribNeed a gangsta ***** to take the dope and hop the fenceMight die on the freewayHey, much love to the he way, ayeWatch you know about LA?(Welcome to California *****)Stay low from the comasMake a right fore they dome us(Welcome to California *****)Stay low from the comasMake a right fore they…(Chorus)Ski’s not the only placeSounds like a BSI know another placeWhere you can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shining(Verse)Got a *****, say she wanna ***** in Beverly HillsAnd I swear I’mma bring her to the set if she willAnd if I do the ***** better killinJust the way I make her feel, no step in they millsThese niggas hella be trip, these niggas never be realI came up in a world where it’s kill or be killedI swear that every ***** I used to ***** ***** me stillJust give a dick, never covered a billThis shit is real, this west side INGFCFBands on them *****es, getting M’s on them *****esGoing for the Cartier, hands on the *****esLast long like I’m using extends on them *****esI’m a native, I got real niggas with meGold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty WhiteMiddle fingers for the peaceTell them ***** niggas suck a dickMan come and get me out(Chorus)Ski’s not the only placeSounds like a BSI know another placeWhere you can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shiningYou can’t stop the shining
