The Game — California Dream

[Verse 1] I'm at the house 'bout to roll this kush up I can get a call at any minute, so I'm just doing push-ups Waiting on what seems to be forever I burned a hole in my Polo sweater cause I was nervous But that's how crazy birth is, loading up this Beretta Cause this time I'm having a baby girl So it's whatever, whenever.. whatever You my willow and it's my will to make this last forever First thing I'mma tell her, daddy's your umbrella Get with a glass slipper Cali, you my Cinderella Gotta be a dream, hold up, that's your middle name Both your brothers big now, so baby you my little Game Who gon be the Godfather? Swizz? Lil Wayne? AR smoke too much but got Cali tatted on his veins And I just got a text from your mama Saying the water burst, I guess it's time for my karma [Verse 2] Walk through the door, she on the ground crying She don't wanna get up, you had a baby right here I ain't cleaning that shit up! I finally got her out the house, now we on the elevator She screaming, I left the car seat But I'mma tell her later Aww forget the car seat, man I'm hella-faded She like "I know you ain't high" shit, I celebrated Now we in the car, she won't put on her seatbelt Screaming at the top of her lungs, "God, I need help"! Weaving through traffic, minutes between contractions Close your eyes right now, and you can see it happening Imagine, she pulling on me "stop I'm about to crash, shit!" Butterflies in my stomach, heart beating fast as shit Every time I have a kid, it's like the first time Kids the best, but they be coming at the worst times Now we here, Tiff get in the wheelchair Them butterflies still here. Am I happy? Hell yeah! [Verse 3] I parked the car, now I'm running through the halls lost Trying to figure out which one of these rooms is ours Think, think damn, one of the nurses stuck they head out They gave her an epideral so I pulled the couch bed out Took a nap, woke up, they almost got the head out She grabbing on the rails, looking like she 'bout to pass out Told her to breathe, grab my phone and hit record "Breathe! 1, 2, 3, 4 - one more - 2, 3, 4" Push! C'mon Tig, push! God damn it, just push!" Nurse Linda coaching her, doctor arm a pulling on shoulders Giving me the notion to cut the umbilical cord She out, 8 pounds 4 ounces, sayin' stop the beat Hold up, I'm about to make a announcement See, every time a child is born somebody leave the world So I thank the woman that gave her life for my baby girl