Lyrics
(Cal-A keep it lit)
Aye, I'm from the W-E-S-T
California born and raised
Me, I'm from the land of the hyphy
Palm trees, Vans on my feet
What's really good wit it?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
What's really good wit it?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
(Aye, yuh)
It's Cal-A on the beat, fixed gear on the flow
I don't got no brakes, all I know is how to go
California born and raised, throw up a W
I got family out of Texas, you know Amarillo
That's where you'll find me
Goin dummy, yeah you know it's six times three
My girl so bad, she way out of my league
I do my dance with a step like I'm YG
Fo hun'ed!
I had to share my perspective
I had to learn from my lessons
I had to get a grip, boy I had to use some aggression
And they don't gotta respect it and they can say what they want to
If you already did it, then they ain't takin it from you
Don't let it get you fed up, go on and get your bread up
Mouse traps, watch out when you go and chase your cheddar
Never gon let up, we ain't never gon stop
YBM, 925, make it pop, aye
I'm from the W-E-S-T
California born and raised
Me, I'm from the land of the hyphy
Palm trees, Vans on my feet
What's really good wit it?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
What's really good wit it?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Outta town, I'm in n out like where the palm trees cross
In the state, five mobbin, where the function I'm the ops
I just wanna go Dave, all I wanna do is mosh
I be all over the country but you know it started off on the
V-O-M-A-C
If you ain't know it then you really ain't know bout me
I'm in Shamrock City, you know where I be
Put in work until yo sleep like a enemy, aye
And it ain't never fabricated, I don't speak that language
Imma always keep it real, I don't know how to fake it
If you ever got a problem, please just come up and say it
I don't got no time for drama, I don't got no patience for it
West side, rep til infinity
California soul and it's Bay in my energy
Cut the instrumental just to make sure that you're hearin me
They jawzin if they don't told you somethin differently, boy
I'm from the W-E-S-T
California born and raised
Me, I'm from the land of the hyphy
Palm trees, Vans on my feet
What's really good wit it?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
What's really good wit it?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Writer(s): Myles Blake Parrish
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