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Zaytoven
Yeah
What up West Coast

Verse 1: Lecrae
What up Southeast Daygo
Raised me to be a lil' beast Yeah
Caught a couple fades in the streets What
Played on the beach Huh
Playin' records with my Uncle Keith
I hit the fam all for the beats Yeah
I'm rollin' down Imperial Imperial
Old school in my stereo Woo
From Skyline, you don't hear me, though Skyline
I took a road trip to Long Beach, hit the wrong street
And they bang on you, but I'm good, I know Mozzy Where you from
Got a cousin off of Wilmington and El Segundo
Yeah, that's Compton, where it get hotter when the sun low
Visit greats down in South Bay What up, Steve
Ate good, thank God for my people in the hood
I grew up in the '90s '90s
Peter Pan Ave., you could find me Yeah
Posted with my cousin right behind me Huh
Every single summer I was lookin' for the come up in that Southern California sun bright enough to blind me Bling
California dreamin'

Pre-Chorus: John Givez
Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh
Wakin' up police, yeah, that's how we do
Gotta stay up out the way, yeah
Young hitters outside everyday, yeah
Chin up, chest up, can't let 'em see you break down
Fiends on the corner, it's the Devil's playground
Beautiful, but dangerous
Prolly why they always out there dreamin', like

Chorus: John Givez
Cali dreamin'
Cali dreamin'
Cali dreamin'
Cali dreamin'

Verse 2: Lecrae
It was all a dream, Southern California's the real thing West Coast
That's when I saw some people turn into real fiends Whoa
Helicopters in the sky, put that light off in yo' eye
I was just a teen doin' my lil' thing Yeah
And Mexicanos got them hydros on the low-lows
They was so dope and I was sold on
Couldn't wait 'til I could roll on, ha Woo
I was doin' out there doin' dirt all by my lonesome Lonesome
Stealin' candy from the store, I'd let you hold some Ayy, whatchu want, fool
Granny havin' Sunday service in the back room Hallelujah
I was runnin' from it, but I guess she prayed me back to Him Yeah
Palm trees, sea breeze, BCs, BGs to the OGs sippin' on a OE OE
H-Town made a screw-up Screw-up
And Cali showed me gang signs that I threw up What up
The hood called me OG 'cause I blew up
It's all God if you knew the way I grew up Yeah
California dreamin'

Pre-Chorus: John Givez
Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh
Wakin' up police, yeah, that's how we do
Gotta stay up out the way, yeah
Young hitters outside everyday, yeah
Chin up, chest up, can't let 'em see you break down
Fiends on the corner, it's the Devil's playground
Beautiful, but dangerous
Prolly why they always out there dreamin', like

Chorus: John Givez
Cali dreamin'
Cali dreamin'
Cali dreamin'
Cali dreamin'