Follow Me Home (Cali Soul) Jay Rock (Ft. The Game)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Land of the palm trees, buying weed, we smoking
Home of the low-lows, 6-4's, we rollin
Chuck Taylor's and Nikes, wife beaters and white tees
Up in the Bay area, boys gettin hyphy
Los Angeles where them boys rocking them colors hard
Running from one time, we ain't living behind them bars
Take you on Crenshaw, then show you how to ride a car
Hit a couple of switches, you won't have to buy a bra
Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin, lookin like a star
Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra
Pocket full of cash, we smash, we all at the mall
Hit a swapmeet, snatch some khakis up off the wall
Turn your music up cus we don't give a fuck about the law
Only Lord knows, this is California soul

[Chorus: The Game]
C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A
My name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down
Ain't no California love
We California thugs, we throw California slugs
So throw up a California dub