Til' The End (C.A.L.I.) - CunninLynguists, Trek Life, Deacon The Villain

Sunny days and palm trees first come to mind

Second’s the hungry hustlers who work hard and grind

Women with Hollywood dreams who thirst for they time

They see a baller and they be the first ones in line

That’s Cali for ya, like my cousin Golden say

Where fly women and fly rides is always on display

Get it poppin' dog, you know what we say

People here to strike it rich so we call it the Golden State

But as fools go, sometimes, man be hesitant

From mountains to the shorelines, all my Cali residents

Are not to be slept on, gang signs repped hard

Lights cops carry guns that’ll pierce Teflon

From 6−2-6 to the 8−0-5

To the bay where the houses is stacked in the hillside, it’s live

Whenever I bust, I hold pride

Trek Life, Inverse reppin' Cali worldwide, uh, uh

So high that I touch the sky

Gonna put my faith in you

'Til the day that I say goodbye

Ain’t never gonna say goodbye

Want to put my faith in you

'Til the day that I die and touch the sky

Straight outta Cali, birthplace of the gang culture

Where devils and angels stay on the same shoulder

And you gotta get high just to stay sober

Tomorrow’s another name for a hangover

And cops find ways to hurt you

But hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue

When the light fades the nice face’ll hurt you

Everywhere the grounds round, sky shades of purple

A beautiful night, the sight of the sunset

The gift and price of environments unkept

They say that pioneers come west

But this where we from, now we the only ones left

Unicas personas que ayudan con la unidad

Y nunca dan basura a ninguna de la publica

Inverse la futura de la musica

Encontrando toda la locura y la usura

Fo sho rest of my days

If you ain’t know, it’s that dirty south

Mixed together with the Golden State

Fo sho rest of my days

If you ain’t know, it’s that dirty south

Mixed together with the Golden State

Fo sho

Now everybody wanna holla 'bout the west is back

But the left coast never really left, in fact

Just relax, I’ll take you to the dock of the bay

Knockin' Pac and some Dre

Swervin' down the block in L. A

Cause I spit so deadly

And it hit so heavy

To ya face like the bass from a 64 Chevy

Cruisin' down the street with my grip so steady

On the wheel, if I try to turn my wrist won’t let me

Ready, go, it’s tob and yours truly

Scary how we got the west craven like a horror movie

Reppin' Cali to the end, that’s my sworn duty

Turn the volume hella high and let the music pour through me

Golden State homie, born and raised

Stayin' faithful to them warm California days

Some dudes ain’t reppin' I ain’t sayin' no names

CunninLynguists, Inverse, we ain’t playin' no games, c’mon