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Tekst piosenki

(Chorus)

Too high, can’t come down

Losing my head, spinning round and round

Round and round

Round and round


(Verse)

Back to the hoes

Run down semi 4th and Hova with my nigga Schoolboy

Cadillac and a coupe

See them niggas 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 pounds 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

Niggas 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 niggas’ ass, shit we money team

Same fuck niggas with they hand out

Same stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga 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 niggas in one hearse

‘Cus Compton ain’t like the city of commerce

No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt

Niggas love them choppas like we flyin in black cars

But you with the roost, thinkin a nigga 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)(ScHoolboy Q)

Pray for me, I’ll make 30

Desert, even 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

Car juice, got an X nigga

Some niggas 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 nigga, 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 niggas we don’t fuck around

And fuck niggas gonna lose a lot

Knock knock nigga, 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, nigga pretty please

Condos, where it’s sun and trees

10 keys with my 8 G’s

Moving halves 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)

Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it

West side neighbors and I ain’t budging

Independent niggas with no budget

If it ain’t about a dollar gotta change subjects

Rap ass niggas ain’t seen nothing

This flow here, niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas sound retarded to me

Killin these niggas, I’m a general nigga

Turn yo head to target for free

Now I’m on, look at me

Started, started with them pesos and palm trees

Now when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that that’s all me

See the set catch rap

When I slide through throwin up a bill

And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please

This S to the K to the E to the E nigga

New Rolls go vroom nigga

Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga

Got enough room to fill up a room nigga

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 swear that you love it

I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage

Play with you rappers, my nigga

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)

(Intro)

Welcome to California bitch

Welcome to California bitch


(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


(Verse)

Nigga 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

Nigga 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


(Verse)

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 and watched would you walk through it?

Would you be from great street or would you pyrue it?

Here’s my red raggers that’s ain’t nothing to it

There go the 60’s, motherfucker good luck

(Welcome to California bitch)

They were the 60’s, motherfucker good luck


(Verse)

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 nigga

Pass blunts to my cousins nigga

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


(Verse)

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 bitch)

Stay low from the comas

Make a right fore they dome us

(Welcome to California bitch)

Stay low from the comas

Make a right fore they…


(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


(Verse)

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 niggas hella be trip, these niggas 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 niggas with me

Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White

Middle fingers for the peace

Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick

Man come and get me out


(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 

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