California E-40 (Ft. Ariel Pink & DāM FunK)

[Intro: E-40]
Throwin' up the upside down M (the upside down M)
E-40, the W, like the hotel
West Coast! Y’all picked the right person to bring this shit to life
I’mma speak some real shit
This how that shit go down
I’m the sole narrator

[Verse 1: E-40]
It’s zany on these stomping grounds
Don’t be slippin' with your pants down
They got some big shit hundred rounds
That’ll knock you out your shoes and spin your neck around
Crooked cops, crooked dice, crooked streets
Dark guns, dark alleys, dark reefs
Don’t get fooled by the palm trees and the beach
They wake your ass up, put the pistol to your teeth
Where the safe at? Where the shoe box? Where your duffel, patna?
Lost souls, they don’t believe in karma
The fast lane, fast cars, fast cash
Bad bitches, big titties, big ass (Who out here?)
Celebrities and socialites
Pimps, gangstas, and hustlas under the streetlights
They’ll run up on ya, make sure you with some real ones
When you come in California