Lyrics:

[Eastwood - Chorus]
California, California,
California Dreams, we ballin on the Westside,
muthaf-ckers know how we ride,
California swag throw ya rags out
it stunt like this (?) we die
California Dreams on the Westside,
muthf-ckers know how we ride,
California swag throw ya rags out
throw ya rags out…,

[Verse 1]
If it aint got a black rag tied to it, Im too gutter for it,
SooWoo crip be the one sh-t I’m all for it,
I got love for the streets, they love a n-gga back,
posted in the hood at the weed spot gettin tatts,
Hoopty’s on they Chris Brown sh-t,
like East gimme that,
I don’t need no ice in my cup they make the Remy flat,
haha, you ballers trickin on the wrong sh-t,
the same broads you tryna wife up she be on my d-ck,
time is money so I got me a watch,
I call it tricks cuz it got different colour stones through the rocks,
so look the Mr underrated slash everybody’s favourite
suckers MC’s hate it, I spit it like the greatest,
this California with fly women and bomb smoke
land of the palm trees, gang banging and liquor stores,
you frontin on this new West sh-t let it go,
we jus tryna ride and give the streets what they rep for,

[Chorus]

[The Game]
If it aint got a red rag tied to it, I aint f-ckin with it,
SooWoo to the death I just grab my dutch and lit it,
if I talk it I live it, the flow so exquisite,
it’s like Machievelli paid the young Homie a visit,

who is it trumped up on them thirties, black Escalades truck,
and i’m still riding dirrty ayyy,
thats the sound of a mad man,
Old English bottle brown paper bag, damnnn,
n-gga it’s 09, Im gon grind,
holla at my PO im blowing haze and he don’t mind,
got Cali on lock n-gga,
you better go dig up Pac n-gga,
the whole World know I took 5 shots
and got walked into county jail by 25 cops yeah,
better close your mouth before I close your eyes,
it’s California n-gga I’m supposed to ride,

[Chorus]