The Game — Astronaut Pussy/Welcome to California

[Part 1: Astronaut Pussy] [Hook] Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Round and round, round and round [Verse 1: Game] Back to the Hooves Ridin' down 74th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy Cadillac and a coupe See them niggas hatin' from afar, can’t catch 'em now But they getting smacked when we do Rat-a-tat like we Snoop, Crown on the Vic Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch And a couple crowns on my crew Couple pounds of the blue, ivy in it Tsunami in it when I be in it Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it The trunk got a body in it Niggas be like, "He bodying it" Ziploc full of J’s, closet full of J’s Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it 8 gold chains like a Saudi in it Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it Don’t get too pop, get your ass 2Pac'd Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it Plus I still got a crib on Brazil I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it That’s my new addition, no Bobby in it Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it So much money, got a money tree Whoop so many niggas’ ass, shit we Money Team Same fuck niggas with they hand out, same sad song Bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money scheme Back to the convers', kill 'em with one verse Converse with the worst 'til one of our gun burst Call the mortuary, tell him niggas in one hearse Cause Compton ain’t like the city of Commerce No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt Niggas got them choppas like we flyin' a black hawk Put you with the roots, thinkin' a nigga was Black Thought Now hold that thought Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4 Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4 [Hook] Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Pray for me, I’ll make 30 Desert Eagle, my nails dirty Everything on life and I’d die for it Made a mil', you ain’t even know it Tell Illuminati I’m down for it Call Jigga, I'm next nigga Son niggas my new litter Fuck the world on Earth Day Her booty clap on my birthday I would take the cake but I’ve been paid I’m a real nigga, you’s arcade Had a switchblade in the 5th grade Smoked plenty weed on my mama’s couch Now I’m going big, I can buy the house You sound water down, I sound off a ounce See this for those who say "Where you from?" And for those hoes who go' make me cum But them fuck niggas we don’t fuck with them And fuck niggas gon' lose a lung Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum If the bread low, I'ma stack the crumb Hide the contraband in-between my gum Before smoking dope, I was selling coke Well rocked up to a 8 year old When it popped up, call it pot luck 500 G’s, nigga pretty please Condos where it’s sun and trees 10 tees with my 80s Hoover hats like the Star of David Pull on, shots a must, get me faded Ran up on 'em, I ain't good with aimin' Move out the set but the set I’m banging [Hook] Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round [Verse 3: Skeme] Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it Westside Ingles and I ain’t, budging Independent niggas with no, budget If it ain’t about a dollar, gotta change, subjects Rap ass niggas ain’t sayin, nothing This flow here, niggas can’t, touch it Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket Sox Gang off in the streets 10 hut, bring the squadron with me See niggas talk ballin like they been in the gym But you lookin like a novice to me now quit talkin to me Can I vent? All you niggas sound retarded to me Killin these niggas, I’m a general nigga Turn yo head to a target for free Now I’m on, look at me Started (what?) started with them pistols and palm trees Now when niggas come through the wood Niggas gotta know that that’s all me See the set catch rec When I slide through throwin up all Bs And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like us We said, "Boy, please" This S to the K to the E to the Mmm nigga New Rolls go vroom nigga .4-5 cocked back like boom nigga Got enough loot to fill up a room nigga And I’m rolling these blunts at 100 a go Gave her that dick now she beggin' for more Made me a milli, yo bitch load is illie But I ain’t got, still got 100 to go And I do it, I does it, I spit it, you love it I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage Play with you rappers, my nigga this Bloodin' I take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it [Hook] Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Too high, can’t come down Losing my head, spinning round and round Round and round, round and round [Bridge] Too high, high C-c-can't come down Too high, high C-c-can't come down Too high, high C-c-can't come down Too high, high C-c-can't come down (round and round, round and round) [Part 2: Welcome To California] [Intro: Too $hort] Welcome to California, beitch Welcome to California, beitch [Hook: Stacy Barthe] Sky’s not the only place Stars are livin' I know another place Where you can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining [Verse 1: Game] Nigga done been everywhere Left trails in my city everywhere But nowhere like home, C-O-M-P-T-O-N on Bitch come and dust my throne Stand from my grandmother’s porch to my executive Porsche Now I’m driving through London and Rome With a Parisian bitch, rockin corn rows Backseat of my Panamera watchin' pornos Where we goin? What we doin? Fly to Johannesburg, leave the city in ruins Then fly to Dubai on my poolside, coolin' My Audemar ain't waterproof, fuck it, go and get a new one I done been everywhere around the world and that’s cool But can't no hotel fuckin' reserve us parked through My hood, gorillas move whenever sharks move Move back to Compton, shit, we ought to Condos on Wilshire, shit I bought two Livin' down the street where BIG got shot, I haunt you And the very next day where Pac met his fate It’s how we live our life, surrounded by tape Pause [Bridge: Stacy Barthe] Harmonizing [Verse 2: Game & Too $hort] Where the angels fly, City of Angels I, will, never let you down Kill, anything approaching my crown Still, undefeated That’s why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches But don’t get it confused, city still got rules Wear the wrong colors, nigga end up on the news Lights out, like Durant in The Drew Then I’m right back down Compton Avenue in a Buick If you had a heart, niggas put a bullet through it And it took a coma for you to be king, would you do it? Would you do it? If I dropped you off at Watts, would you walk through it? Would you be from Grape Street or would you Piru it? Here’s my red rag, it says, "Ain’t nothing to it" They go the 60’s, motherfucker, good luck Welcome to California, beitch They go the 60’s, motherfucker, good luck [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Uhh, from the corner where the hoes sell they Kit-Kat Short dress, hair down the bizack You know me with my thumb in my index Nah, I ain’t Bloodin' nigga Pass blunts to my cousins nigga Turn hell into gold, I can pon the river HiiiPower, you a Amish liver Cali dro in my lungs and such Twisting blunts from dawn to dusk My shoebox should’ve been a armored truck Everything good, feeling marvelous Key to the city, they should honor us You don’t talk me and Game, no game homie Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it Uh, and this the 3rd degree Burn like the bridge and yo business, uh Started at the floor, at the beginning, uh Now I rep the floor until the ending, uh Smoking on L's cause I’m winnin', uh Wax getting blowed just to kindle it, uh Yeah, now back to the groove, back to the Hooves Rat-a-tat-tat in the 'Lac with a tool No county jail, still wearin' all blue Orange on the trim, straight lookin like Q Fig' tattoo [Interlude: ScHoolboy Q] Yeah yeah yeah yeah (oo-wee, oo-wee) Uh, yeah (yeah) Uh, uh, right (right, right) Uh, yeah (yeah) [Verse 4: Schoolboy Q & Too $hort] I’m into gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib, yeah Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence, yeah Might die on the freeway, hey Much love to the Kee-Way, aye Watch you know about L.A.? Uh, yeah, right Welcome to California, beitch Stay low from the comas, uh Make a right 'fore they dome us, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Welcome to California, beitch Stay low from the comas, uh Make a right 'fore they, pop pop pop [Hook: Stacy Barthe] Sky’s not the only place Stars are livin' I know another place Where you can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining [Verse 5: Skeme] Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills And I swear I’ma bring her to the set if she will And if I do, the pussy better be killed It's just the way I make her feel, no Stephanie Mills A nigga heavily trill, these haters never be real I came up in the 'Wood where it’s kill or be killed I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuckin' me still Just give her dick, never covered a bill, this shit is real This Westside INGLCL Bands on them bitches, getting ends on them bitches Gold framed Cartier lives on the bitches Last long like I’m using extends on them bitches I’m a (what?) native, I got real niggas with me Golden State, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White (Woop!) Middle fingers for the pigs Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick, man come and get me aight [Interlude: Skeme & Too $hort] This nigga Chuck want a nigga be in here Rappin' all day and shit Blood, I got to go get my shit braided Nigga ends and shit all out And I ain't got no lean Fuck this, we out this bitch What's happening though? Welcome to California, beitch Woop! [Hook: Stacy Barthe] Sky’s not the only place Stars are livin' I know another place Where you can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining You can’t stop the shining