California Dreamin

[Lecrae:]
Zaytoven
Yeah
What up West Coast?

What up Southeast? (Daygo)
Raised me to be a lil' beast (Yeah)
Caught a couple fades in the streets (What?)
Played on the beach (Huh)
Playing records with my Uncle Keith
I hit the fam all for the beats (Yeah)
I'm rolling down Imperial (Imperial)
Old school in my stereo (Woo)
From Skyline, you don't hear me, though (Skyline)
I took a road trip to Long Beach, hit the wrong street
And they bang on you ("Where you from?"), but I'm good, I know Mozzy
Got a cousin off of Wilmington and El Segundo
Yeah, that's Compton, where it get hotter when the sun low
Visit greats down in South Bay (What up, Steve?)
Ate good, thank God for my people in the hood
I grew up in the 90s (90s)
Peter Pan Ave., you could find me (Yeah)
Posted with my cousin right behind me (Huh)
Every single summer I was looking for the come up in that Southern California sun bright enough to blind me (Bling!)
California dreaming

[John Givez:]
Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh
Waking up police, yeah, that's how we do
Gotta stay up out the way, yeah
Young hitters outside everyday, yeah
Chin up, chest up, can't let 'em see you break down
Fiends on the corner, it's the Devil's playground
Beautiful, but dangerous
Prolly why they always out there dreaming, like

Cali dreaming
Cali dreaming
Cali dreaming
Cali dreaming

[Lecrae:]
It was all a dream, Southern California's the real thing (West Coast)
That's when I saw some people turn into real fiends (Whoa)
Hella copters in the sky, put that light off in yo' eye
I was just a teen doing my lil' thing (Yeah)
And Mexicanos got them hydros on the low-lows
They was so [?] and I was sold on
Couldn't wait 'til I could roll on, ha (Woo)
I was doing out there doing dirt up on the lonesome (Lonesome)
Stealing candy from the store, I'd let you hold some (Ayy, whatchu what, fool?)
Granny having Sunday service in the back room
I was running from it, but I guess she prayed me back to 'em (Yeah)
Palm trees, sea breeze, BCs, BGs to the OGs sipping on a OE (OE)
H-Town made a screw-up (Screw-up)
And Cali showed me gang signs that I throw up (What up?)
The hood called me OG 'cause I blew up
It's all God if you knew the way I grew up (Yeah)
California dreaming

[John Givez:]
Where they throw hands in the back alley, ooh
Waking up police, yeah, that's how we do
Gotta stay up out the way, yeah
Young hitters outside everyday, yeah
Chin up, chest up, can't let 'em see you break down
Fiends on the corner, it's the Devil's playground
Beautiful, but dangerous
Prolly why they always out there dreaming, like

Cali dreaming
Cali dreaming
Cali dreaming
Cali dreaming