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Southern California that's that women weather weed

You know a real nigga when he picky with his trees

Sativa for the day

A little indo for da sleep

Might skimp out on da brown

But know the shmoke is never cheap

California got dem C's and Ru's

Good peeps and food

Where you at an 8 in Cali

Is a 3 my dude

We be smoking on dat

Green infused

I don't mean best behavior

When I saw I'm on my P's and Q's

I don't shmoke it unless it's quality

I can't wife it unless she quality

It's expensive to live, the weather quality

I can't give you a sorry or an apology

The rent be high but we pay it and shit

Local government be corrupt but we stay in this bitch

Da hood be violent and da women all crazy and thick

To make it here, I mean you gotta be basically rich

Southern California that's that women weather weed

You know a real nigga when he picky with his tree

We don't cop it by da 1/8 we only buy it by da P

Riding old schools loving all dis women weather weed

I'm a I don't get upset by da press kinda nigga

We can do it here, lift ya dress kinda nigga

Don't banged but respected by da sets kinda nigga

Just to go to Vegas take a jet kinda nigga

West west kinda nigga

Different to the core

Where you don't need a weed man

They deliver it to ya door

Sistas come in every shade

From the dead head to it laid

And if the Lakers ain't winning

They finna go make a trade

It's the weed for me

It's the 80 degrees for me

It's the way she wear dem jeans for me

It's the beach for me

It's Lemiert in the Spring for me

It's Nipsey Hustle & Shock G for me

It's the mountains

It's the trees for me

It's the nature

It's dem low riders still pumping Eazy E

Don't get caught on Melrose tryna be a G

Kill Cali It's the only place you need to be

Southern California that's that women weather weed

You know a real nigga when he picky with his tree

We don't cop it by da 1/8 we only buy it by da P

Riding old schools loving all dis women weather weed

Hoes be talking

Only wonder if I'm on my deen

Pussy ain't worth

What a nigga making

Nayamean

I teach niggas how to survive

It's part of the theme

Niggas ain't know

I'm on my off the top flow

A cold nigga maybe

A sucka I'm not tho

I'm rapping like

When Erika lived by the Roscoes

When Dontae would greet me

Like whattup tortanto