[Chorus]
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round
Round and round
[Verse 1: Game]
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my n***a ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them n***as hatin from afar, can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we snoop
Crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
N***as be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's, closet full of J's walking on my crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I got a Maserati in it
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many n***as' ass, shit we money team
Same fuck n***as with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out, n***a should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst
Callin Archurelli, tell him n***as in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
N***as love them choppas like we flyin in black cars
But you with the roost, thinkin a n***a was black though
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
[Chorus]
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Pray for me, I'll make 30
Desert Eagle, my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call Jigga, I'm next n***a
Some n***as my new litter
Fuck the world on earth day
Her booty clap on my birthday
I would take the cake but I've been paid
I'm a real n***a, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sell water down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck n***as we don't fuck with them
And fuck n***as gonna lose a lot
Knock knock n***a, come feel the drama
If the bed low I'mma stack the crown
Up the contraband in-between my gun
Before smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, n***a pretty please
Condos, where it's sun and trees
10 keys with my 80's
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless kidney faded
Rent a pony, might go with Emmett
Move out the set but the set I'm banging
[Chorus]
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
[Verse 3: Skeme]
Look, a young n***a really try'na stunt, fuck it
West side neighbors and I ain't budging
Independent n***as with no budget
If it ain't about a dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass n***as ain't seen nothing
This flow here, n***as can't touch it
Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See n***as 12 ballin like they been in the gym
But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you n***as sound retarded to me
Killin these n***as, I'm a general n***a
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pesos and palm trees
Now when n***as come through the wood n***as gotta know that that's all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And n***as wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the M n***a
New Rolls go vroom n***a
Got a 5 cocked back like boom n***a
Got enough room to fill up a room n***a
And I'm all in these, had 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain't got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my n***a
This black mack
Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it
[Chorus]
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Too high, can't come down
Too high, can't come down
Too high, can't come down
(Welcome To California)
{PART 2}
[Intro: Too $hort]
Welcome to California biatch
Welcome to California biatch
[Chorus]
Ski's not the only place
Sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
[Verse 1: Skeme]
N***a done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I won't killed when on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian bitch
Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
Where we goin?
What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg
N***a city in ruins then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof fuckin gone, let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel fuckin reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to back to Compton shit, we are too
Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che, pause
Where the angels fly, city of angels' I will never let you down
Kill anything approaching my crown
Still undefeated
That's why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches
But don't get it confused, said he still got moves
Where the wrong colors n***as end up on the news like Sal
Like Durant in a dream then I'm right back down Compton avenue in a Buick
If you had the hot n***as put a bullet through it
And 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 it
There go the 60's, motherfucker good luck
(Welcome to California biatch)
They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
From the corner where that ho said that hit kat
Short dress, head and that bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin' n***a
Pass blunts to my cousins n***a
Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river
High power, you a amish liver
Cali dro in my lungs and such
Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk
My shoe box should've been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr. 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until the ending uh
Smoking on ills cuz I'm winnin'
Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit
Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes
Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
All in the trim, straight lookin like you
Free tattoo
I'm in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence
Might die on the freeway
Hey, much love to the he way, aye
Watch you know about LA?
(Welcome to California biatch)
Stay low from the comas, uh
Make a right fore they dome us, uh
(Welcome to California biatch)
Stay low from the comas, uh
Make a right fore they.. pa pa pa pa
[Chorus]
Skies not the only place
Sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
[Verse 3: Game]
Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'mma bring her to the set if she will
And if I do the pussy better killin
Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills
These n***as hella be trip, these n***as never be real
I came up in a world where it's kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches, getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real n***as with me
Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch n***as suck a dick
Man come and get me out
?
(Welcome to California, biatch)
[Chorus]
Ski's not the only place
Sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
