[Intro: Ricco Barrino]

Mr. Hanky

Uh, Colonel Loud

Young Dolph, ah

Haha, woo

[Chorus: Ricco Barrino]

I stay getting that work in California

And all the killers they show me love in California

I flew a bitch from the A to California

And I be smoking on the best loud in California

Ayy California, oh California

I swear

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

Palm trees in the air, the top pushed back

Blowing smoke out the roof cookies to be exact

I'm always in Cali cause this is where it's at

Bitches, bud, good weather, what you know 'bout that

Where all the fly bitches ride Benzs and Beamers

They either wanna be an actress, or a singer

I'm at the strip club on Sunset, throwing singles

With this bad bitch from Compton, pouring lean up

Breaking down backwoods, rolling gasoline up

Left the Laugh Factory, pulled up in Inglewood

I fuck with some crips and I fuck with some bloods

And I fuck with some esé

My stash house in the Valley

Welcome to my palace

Just went and killed two shows out in Dallas

Selling OG from LA and crates from the Bay

[Chorus: Ricco Barrino]

I stay getting that work from California

And all the killers they show me love in California

I flew a bitch from the A to California

And I be smoking on the best loud in California

Ayy California, oh California

I swear

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

[Verse 2: Colonel Loud]

You know I gotta show the West love

I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud

I been chilling with the goons, yeah the real thugs

Went to Sacramento nigga met a real plug

I said I'm looking for the gas where the kill at

Want the strong gotta go where the hill at

I met a bad bopper chilling out in Frisco

Like to sip the lime-a-ritas and the Sisco

I hopped my ass on the 101 and headed north

And when I hit the hill I found what I was looking for

I'm feeling like a leprechaun with a pot of gold

Bags of the gas yeah the Colonel got a soul

I fly a bitch from the A with 100 racks

Put her ass in a rental told her run it back

Fly another bitch in with 200 more

Welcome to California the State of gold

[Chorus: Ricco Barrino]

I stay getting that work from California

And all the killers they show me love in California

I flew a bitch from the A to California

And I be smoking on the best loud in California

Ayy California, oh California

I swear

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

[Verse 3: Ricco Barrino]

Somebody fly me out to 'Frisco

Oakland, San Jose, or Vallejo

Shout out to EPA, Sacramento

Where they keep a nigga laced with all the good smoke

I wanna fly out to LA

Meet a bad little honey with a pretty face

I wanna slide out to Inglewood

Long Beach where it feels good

Compton where the hell you at

Show me love we be looking for the loud packs

Shout out to South Central, shout out to Watts

Where the killers always got my back

I wanna chill out in Fresno (Stockton)

I wanna go to San Diego

[Outro: Ricco Barrino]

I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali