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the game - astronaut pussy/welcome to california lyrics

[part 1: astronaut p-ssy]

[hook]
too high, can’t come down
losing my head, spinning round and round
round and round, round and round

[verse 1: game]
back to the hooves
ridin’ down 74th and hoover with my n-gga schoolboy
cadillac and a coupe
see them n-ggas hatin from afar, can’t catch em now
but they getting smacked when we do
rat-a-tat like we snoop, crown on the vic
crown on my wrist, crown on my b-tch
and a couple crowns on my crew
couple pounds of the blue
ivy 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
n-ggas be like, “he bodying it”
ziplock full of j’s, closet full of j’s
workin’ on my pippen, he’s scotty in it
bath tub big enough to fit a audi in it
8 gold chains like a saudi in it
murder with the ink, i’m gotti in it
don’t get too popped, get your -ss 2pac’d
cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
plus i still got a crib on brazil
i ain’t never hardly there but i got a maserati in it
that’s my new addition, no bobby in it
chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
so much money, got a money tree
whoop so many n-ggas’ -ss, sh-t we money team
same f-ck n-ggas with they hand out, same sad song
bring the bands out, n-gga should be workin on they money scheme
back to the convers’, k!ll ’em with one verse
converse with the worst ’til one of our gun burst
call the mortuary, tell him n-ggas in one he-rs-
cause compton ain’t like the city of commerce
no back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
n-ggas got them choppas like we flyin’ the black hawk
put you with the roots, thinkin’ a n-gga was black thought
now hold that thought
motherf-ckers wanna act loco
hit ’em with numerous shots from the 4-4
motherf-ckers wanna act loco
hit ’em with numerous shots from the 4-4

[hook]
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 2: schoolboy q]
pray for me, i’ll make 30
desert eagle, my nails dirty
everything on life and i’d die for it
made a mil’, you ain’t even know it
tell illuminati i’m down for it
call jigga, i’m next n-gga
son n-ggas my new litter
f-ck 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 n-gga, you’s arcade
had a switchblade in the 5th grade
smoked plenty weed on my mama’s couch
now i’m going big, i can buy the house
you sound water down, i sound off a ounce
see this for those who say “where you from?”
and for those hoes who go’ make me c-m
but them f-ck n-ggas we don’t f-ck with them
and f-ck n-ggas gon’ lose a lung
knock knock n-gga, come feel the drum
if the bread low, i’ma stack the crumb
hide the contraband in-between my gum
before smoking dope, i was selling c0ke
well rocked up to a 8 year old
when it popped up, call it pot luck
500 g’s, n-gga pretty please
condos where it’s sun and trees
10 tees with my 80s
hoover hats like the star of david
pull on, shots a must, get me faded
ran up on ’em, i ain’t good with aimin’
move out the set but the set i’m banging

[hook]
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 3: skeme]
look, a young n-gga really tryna stunt, f-ck it
westside ingles and i ain’t, budging
independent n-ggas with no, budget
if it ain’t about a dollar gotta change, subjects
rap -ss n-ggas ain’t sayin, nothing
this flow here, n-ggas can’t, touch it
motherf-ck friends, tinted windows on the benz
doing doughnuts in the b-tch got me trippin like a bucket
sox gang off in the streets
10 hut, bring the squadron with me
see n-ggas talk ballin like they been in the gym
but you lookin like a novice to me now quit talkin to me
can i vent?
all you n-ggas sound r-t-rded to me
k!llin these n-ggas, i’m a general n-gga
turn yo head to a target for free
now i’m on, look at me
started, started with them pistols and palm trees
now when n-ggas come through the wood
n-ggas gotta know that that’s all me
see the set catch rec
when i slide through throwin up all bills
and n-ggas wanna act like they thuggin like us
we said, “boy please”
this s to the k to the e to the mmm n-gga
new rolls go vroom n-gga
.4-5 c-cked back like boom n-gga
got enough loot to fill up a room n-gga
and i’m rolling these blunts at 100 a go
gave her that d-ck now she beggin’ for more
made me a millie, yo b-tch load is illie
but i ain’t got, still got 100 to go
and i do it, i does it, i spit it, you love it
i just left from newark, got bands in my luggage
play with you rappers, my n-gga this bloodin’
take out my d-ck, take a p-ss on the public like f-ck it

[hook]
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

[bridge]
too high, high
c-c-can’t come down
too high, high
c-c-can’t come down
too high, high
c-c-can’t come down
too high, high
c-c-can’t come down (round and round, round and round)

[part 2: welcome to california]

[intro: too $hort]
welcome to california, beitch
welcome to california, beitch

[hook: stacy barthe]
sky’s not the only place
stars are livin’
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 1: game]
n-gga done been everywhere
left trails in my city everywhere
but nowhere like home, c-o-m-p-t-o-n on
b-tch come and dust my throne
stand from my grandmother’s porch to my executive porsche
now i’m driving through london and rome
with a parisian b-tch, rockin corn rows
backseat of my panamera watchin’ p-rnos
where we goin? what we doin?
fly to johannesburg, leave the city in ruins
then fly to dubai on my poolside, coolin’
my audemars ain’t waterproof, f-ck it go and get a new one
i done been everywhere around the world and that’s cool
but can’t no hotel f-ckin’ reserve us parked through
my hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
move back to compton sh-t, we ought to
condos on wilshire, sh-t i bought two
livin’ down the street where big got shot, i haunt you
and the very next day where pac met his fate
it’s how we live our life, surrounded by tape
pause

[bridge: stacy barthe]
harmonizing

[verse 2: game & too $hort]
where the angels fly, city of angels
i, will never let you down
k!ll, 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, city still got rules
wear the wrong colors, n-gga end up on the news
lights out, like durant in the drew
then i’m right back down compton avenue in a buick
if you had a heart, n-ggas 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 at watts, would you walk through it?
would you be from grape street or would you piru it?
here’s my red rag, it says, “ain’t nothing to it”
they go the 60’s, motherf-cker, good luck
welcome to california, beitch
they go the 60’s, motherf-cker, good luck

[verse 3: schoolboy q]
uhh, from the corner where the hoes sell they kit kat
short dress, hair down the bizack
you know me with my thumb in my index
nah, i ain’t bloodin’ n-gga
p-ss blunts to my cousins n-gga
turn h-ll into gold, i can pon the river
hiiipower, you a amish liver
cali dro in my lungs and such
twisting blunts from dawn to dusk
my shoebox should’ve been a armored truck
everything good, feeling marvelous
key to the city, they should honor us
you don’t talk me and game, no game homie
get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
uh, and this the 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 l’s cause i’m winnin’, uh
wax getting blowed just to kindle it, uh
yeah, now back to the groove, back to the hooves
rat-a-tat-tat in the ‘lac with a tool
no county jail, still wearin’ all blue
orange on the trim, straight lookin like q
fig’ tattoo

[interlude: schoolboy q]
yeah yeah yeah yeah (oo-wee, oo-wee)
uh, yeah (yeah)
uh, uh, right (right, right)
uh, yeah (yeah)

[verse 4: schoolboy q & too $hort]
i’m into gangsta sh-t, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib, yeah
need a gangsta b-tch to take the dope and hop the fence, yeah
might die on the freeway, hey
much love to the kee-way, aye
watch you know about l.a.? uh, yeah, right
welcome to california, beitch
stay low from the comas, uh
make a right ‘fore they dome us, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
welcome to california, beitch
stay low from the comas, uh
make a right fore they, pop pop pop

[verse 5: skeme]
got a b-tch, say she wanna f-ck in beverly hills
and i swear i’ma bring her to the set if she will
and if i do, the p-ssy better be k!lled
it’s just the way i make her feel, no stephanie mills
a n-gga heavily trill, these haters never be real
i came up in a world where it’s k!ll or be k!lled
i swear that every b-tch i used to f-ck f-ckin’ me still
just give her d-ck, never covered a bill, this sh-t is real
this westside inglcl
bands on them b-tches, getting ends on them b-tches
gold framed cartier lives on the b-tches
last long like i’m using extends on them b-tches
i’m a (what?) native, i got real n-ggas with me
golden state, gold grills, i put on for the betty white
middle fingers for the pigs
tell them b-tch n-ggas suck a d-ck, man come and get me aight

[interlude: skeme & too $hort]
this n-gga chuck want a n-gga be in here
rappin’ all day and sh-t
blood, i got to go get my sh-t braided
n-gga ends and sh-t all out
and i ain’t got no lean?
f-ck this, we out this b-tch
what’s happening though?
welcome to california, beitch
woop!

- the game lyrics

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