On Our Way to L.A.

I'm all about the cash, down to get the ass
 5-6 the spot homie smoking grass
 Pass me the drink watch a nigga get towed down
 Tech gave the low down
 Now it's time to put the hoes down
 I came and questions got the bitch
 Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the white too quick
 Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on another journey
 Had no rub', hope the bitch don't burn me
 Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
 To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees
 35 south 40 going west
 15 the opposite of north on a quest
 Hittin' prospect straight bro
 Looking for some Kansas City hoes to poke
 But rellish floats my boat
 Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
 Keeping suspicious middle niggers behind my line
 Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many dope styles
 Pack my bag now I'm out pal
 Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one night
 Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no doubt
 Rich man suits,? her face off in the pillow
 The next morning dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo
 Give me the number bianc so that when we come back through
 Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
 40 west, to Alberquerque on through the
 Arizona hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ
 Is down with us, you can say what you say
 Kansas City all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A
 On our way to Cali
 All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich)
 Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)
 Turn Cali to Missouri
 On our way to Cali
 All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich)
 Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)
 Turn Cali to Missouri
 We hit the highway, the fly way
 Doing 89 niggas waste no time
 Make a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop
 Midwestside never flip-flop
 Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we creep
 Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a suite
 Gave niggas much love, passed much bud
 Come here baby get at me show what you made of
 12 20 north-west, a little get together
 Beautiful ladies, nobody shady
 Down-ass homies, nobody phony
 Everything was dandy
 So wassup to my homegirls Tammy
 Tachey and Tez, right too thick
 Misery niggas, right too sick
 We gotta make that group
 We gotta jet, seven forty seven style
 Oh shit, eleven hundred mo' miles
 L.A. two-way my on
 The chronic up in L.A. we stayed high gone
 Wake up show flows see hoes on the 405
 Already hell alive when I arrive
 Midwest style no Cristal just Caribou Lou
 Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
 Them road dog niggas from Mizzizy
 We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy
 What's the real dough, we got that real flow
 You other busters coming fake like a dildo
 And if you wanna try a nigga from the misery get with me
 And me show you what the Tecca Nina kill fo'
 I'm out for stacks baby, creating plaques baby
 After I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
 Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy
 I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga
 On our way to Cali
 All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich)
 Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)
 Turn Cali to Missouri
 On our way to Cali
 All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich)
 Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)
 Turn Cali to Missouri
 (Yeah, ey, call the nigga Don and tell that nigga to get the van ready we 'bout to roll to Cali)
 We got everything, hey just make sure we got everything you know?
 (Yeah that's right I got the?)
 Call the nigga Q and tell 'em uh- we arrive uuh- five o'clock memorial day man)
 (That's right that's right ey)
 Tell the nigga to have some biancs ready for us
 (Tell the nigga to have the motherfucking 151 ready cause we got plenty of Caribou Lou ready for bitches in the jacuzzi)
 And play some questions with you hoes hahahaha
 (Where the fuck is LeJo at man?)