In The Hills

Whew, I say
Huh, yeah, I'm out here, yeah
Pull that motherfuckin' lowrider up, nigga (I'm only out here for one reason)
Where Warren G at? I say, look, uh (I ain't out here that long, lil' nigga, you know?)
Cali' in the hills, I'm out here, okay, yeah (okay, slow down a lil' bit, Ghetto)
Let that motherfucker ride for a minute, yeah, I say
Whew, Ghetto
Yeah (two, three, go)

Cali' in the hills, I'm out here searchin' for a plug
Both pockets filled up with Crip, my cup filled up with blood
Rick Owens got some dirt on 'em, I got it out the mud
Money so fuckin' dirty, had to wash it in the tub

Was down on my dick, they ain't show me no love
Ain't do no cryin' or no complainin', went to Cali, found a plug
Stickin' to the bud, I don't need water to make it flood
Shit'll happen, you in the feds lookin' at nothin' less than a dub
I'ma tell you what it is, don't give a fuck 'bout what it was
I'ma let that blood spill, you owe me, fuck if you my cousin
Five star, I'm eatin' crab legs, crunchin' over numbers
Ninety-day grind with no spinnin', I'm fuckin' up the summer
'Bout that cash money, I'm 'bout it-'bout it, I pull up in a Hummer
I know the drench gang, in broad day, we make it thunder
Bossman, I done graduated, can't treat me like a runner
Tunnel vision, I can't fall off right now, I'm on the come up
Mr. Hustle All Night, from sundown to sun up
Plenty times a nigga fell down, now I'm back one up
Scratchin' from the scene like lil' bro, yellin' out, "One love"
Smokin' on some shit that's so strong, feel like I got one lung
I can't let 'em trick me off the street, my mama got one son
Came too far to throw it all away, I slip, we all done
I was sittin' back on the grind, y'all was havin' y'all fun
Main reason why my Gallery jeans be stuffed with all dubs, let's go

Cali' in the hills, I'm out here searchin' for a plug
Both pockets filled up with Crip, my cup filled up with blood
Rick Owens got some dirt on 'em, I got it out the mud
Money so fuckin' dirty, had to wash it in the tub
Cali' in the hills, I'm out here searchin' for a plug
Both pockets filled up with Crip, my cup filled up with blood
Rick Owens got some dirt on 'em, I got it out the mud
Money so fuckin' dirty, had to wash it in the tub, yeah

(Thank you, Fizzle)