Cali Nights (feat. Heartbreaka & Don Won)

Y'all know what time it is 1-9-0-4, boys Don Won, talk to him, Brody I love the West Coast cause them long summer nights Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right When I wake up in the morning And I get up out my bed Count them hundreds and them fifties Smoke some cavi to my head And if them opps they try to run up Then we gon' aim straight for they head I'm from the Golden State, San Diego be specific I just wanna ball like Ohtani when he pitchin' Actin' like a pimp, pinky finger when I'm sippin' Ladies goin' low like the rides that be dippin' Haven't seen a G, but they still see the vision Opposition feel the bullets Every bar that I'm spittin', sendin' shots Bumpin' every block Every time that I drop, they got love for me Been West Coast with it If it ain't the money, then I don't f*ck with it Simple as that, f*ck the fame, shit is out Every day that I wake till the money, I'ma count Chiefin' on the loud, yeah, I'm smokin' on the opps See the cops and I bounce Never trust a bitch, got her burnin' for them hoes Blowin' out the gas, in the liter is a foe It's foe life, I'ma ride San Diego West Coast, uh I love the West Coast cause them long summer nights Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right When I wake up in the morning And I get up from my bed Count them hunnids and them fifties Broke some cavvy to my head And if them opps, they try to run up Then we gon' aim straight for they head Yeah The dopest dope they ever smoked, come can get you a fix If you ain't down to die for it, then don't get in the mix Remember I was down bad, yeah, broke as a bitch Now that money addin' up in my pocket just don't fit This shit get deeper than that paper chasin' route that we on It don't matter where you go, don't forget where you from I'm from the southeast, baby, bad bitches and guns Russian cream backwood, good gas in my lungs Ain't no limit to the things that I want, I go beyond some And if you wake up broke, then go get on some Blood, sweat, and tears, hustlin' for many years Now them diamonds started hittin' like cameras and chandeliers Tell them flash about it, I been the one, they gotta ask about me She been a ho, she the one that we gon' pass around 96' Honda Accord, money in the floor Catchin' flights in out of town, feel like I'm on tour I love the west coast cause them long summer nights Them lolos bouncin' from the left to the right When I wake up in the mornin' and I get up out my bed count them hundreds and them fifties Throw some cabbie to my head And if them opps, they try to run up then we gon' aim straight for they head Yeah It's that California lovin From Daygo to Pomona It's that California lovin L.A. to the bay It's that California lovin This west coast for life It's that California lovin R.I.P Nate Dogg