T-Bone – Letras de Welcome To California

[Hook]2x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
Bloods, crisps, ese's quick to regulate
Lowride hittin switches till the bumb of brake

[Verse I]
I'm leaning back in my Chevy Impala hitting the curb
Swooping up all the homie's, see my doggs so I swerve
To the left on 3 wheels, y'all know the deal
Got tha spokes with the chrome grill, with hydraulics
Hittin' switches on a day to day
From Compton, Carson, Inglewood,
Down to tha Dirty Bay
Riding the Cali Way
Dippin' initiation sparks on tha interstate
Music blastin' & California written on the license plate
I love tha Golden State
Sunny skies and the palm trees
Beaches and lowriders
Singing songs like tha Eastsiders
Sayin' What, What?
Straight outta of the land of the young forgiven homie's in prison
Wishing they ain't had 3 strikes
But this Cali thug way of living got em' 25 to life
It's rags and bandannas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies and thug grammar
G's full of they evil ways like Santana

[Hook]2x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
Bloods, crisps, ese's quick to regulate
Lowride hittin switches till the bumb of brake

[Verse II]
From Long Beach down to West Convina
Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs
Hollywood down to Pasadena
Frisco, Oakland down to the Marina
Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina
Ya gotta love it y'all,
Tha sunny weather no sweater or leather
Just mink brims and a pimp feather
The land of super stars and nice cars
Wit' shrome tires and bad traffic back up for miles
But we, still rollin' till tha wheels fall off, gotta floss
In tha Benz or Escalade
No need to playa
This killa Cali where gangstas rally and tally
The murderers, in streets or alleys
From the Projects to the valley
Chuck Taylors, khaki suits, skip the wind breakers
This California home of the three times champ Lakers

[Hook]2x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
Bloods, crisps, ese's quick to regulate
Lowride hittin switches till the bumb of brake

[Verse III]
I'm from tha land of drive-by's and agmatics
Thug lords, blood and crip riders and drug addicts with bad habits
Charismatic wi't automatics and bandits
Holding these candints it's scandalous how they be dumpin' till tha
Last man standin'
Thats why, gotta get to preachin' while they still alive
Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly
It's do or die in tha Golden State
Most riders regulate off of tha smallest things
Like red or blue color, then catch a case
It's California though
I love it like tha riders do
Poppin' our collas, dippin' in Impalas
Dogg I'm stayin true, T throw up the "W"
This here's that anthem, for every ghetto, projects, neighborhood and street
Alley, windows be clappin'
Where thy packin' a mack or magnum, braggin'
How they be jackin' attackin', smackin'
Taken action just to get reaction, C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A
Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento, and tha streets of LA
This is the killer field y'all

[Hook]4x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
Bloods, crisps, ese's quick to regulate
Lowride hittin switches till the bumb of brake