California Styles P (Ft. Whispers (MC, BX, NY))

[Intro]
The Machine

[Verse 1: Styles P]
They told me to get it so let me get it all
I've done a whole lot but I ain't did it all
One head nod and your wig is off
Dig it, dawg? You are a rat, you get the pigs involved (Dig it)
That thug shit's behind me, find me
In a convertible, color like a Dasani
You got a flow then you know I got a tsunami (You know)
I'm holdin' up and little homies holdin' a Tommy
I dare you to line me, ever try to define me (Yeah)
I am real classy mixed with real grimy (Facts)
Apple Watch or Rolex, bet you, you couldn't time me
You thinkin' figures if you thinkin' you wanna .9 me (Wanna .9 me)
I'm the one wit' the California lungs
Align with the esses, I got the California guns
Call up O, ran up the California funds (Ah)
Light up a few zips, we California done

[Chorus: Whispers]
I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
California, I think you know me
I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey
I am on the Westside, smokin' OG
Brought it back home, now we smokin' OG
California, I think you know me
I just wanna get stoned, keep it lowkey