[Verse 1 SLik D] Right off the back gotta clean the contacts for my lens I begin while Im lookin around I see the sounds,the sounds of my home california So Cal,Oh wow tons of marijuana forreal Take a look and then feel,the viberations Like a celabration from the vibes I be making Little earth quakins so hard to explain Ill catch you at L.A.X on the plane Or train, you know we got a lot of those around here Stuck for ten minutes after that they dissapear Keep on crusin over humps just to see a trunk Of dub dvds and cd for hella cheap Mexicano stores posted sellin hella meat Sour cream with cheese comes with it free Its hard to say a clear picture spittin in your ear Because you needa see it to believe it livin over here [Hook] [Decypher] Take a glimpse of this beautiful land You have to be a Californian To fully understand How this place has a grace from the sky to the surface Its worth a billion words, its picture perfect [SLik D] Take a glimpse of this beautiful land You have to be a Californian To fully understand How this place has a grace from the sky to the surface Take a good look, its picture perfect [Verse 2 Decypher] Now, let me paint the picture through words of imagery Im vividly depicting this divinity with similes With an ability to fill the need of the soul If home is where the heart is then my heart is beautiful Now view in full this musical mentality From the valley to the Coast, ayo ill let them know where Cali be Id rather be under palm trees with a bomb breeze Where the bomb be? Cause Im wanting to flaunt steeze Im a rise like the way of the Sun The wind breaks to indicate that my day has begun Looking out to the West, picture me in the front Of the pacific glittering from rays of the Sun Blazin a blunt with each of my five senses tingling I love this Cali life so much, to you it might be sickening Youre listening to the delegates of SoCal You know now, Slik and Decyph bringin soul now [Hook] [Verse 3 SLik D] So now your knowin how its going over..here Wheres the party at? Wheres party at? CHEA! Oh there is biggity bumpin at the homies house Finna start seein the sounds while his parents out Flavor the hookah purple green minty orange Now that I think theres nothin that really rhymes with orange Exepct for pourin me another cup of sticky stuff No need for 40s man talkin about hawaian punch Before the night is young sunsets with lemon suns Showin true colors just cause the night is fun Number one place for mixes in all the shades And also gettin hella payed Lets go back to the hoods Back to the woods Back to the times when my was visions stayed good Like the opposite tint of red maui Man I miss the colors of Cali [Hook]
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