[Verse 1:]
Mothaf**ka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment

Land of the palm trees, buyin weed we smokin, home of the low-lows
6-4s we rollin, chuck taylors and nikes, wife beaters and white tees
Up in the Yay area boys gettin hyphy

Los Angeles where them boys rockin them colors hard
Runnin from 1 time, we ain't livin behind them bars
Take you on Crenshaw, then show you how to ride a car

Hit a couple of switches, you won't have to buy a?
Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin, lookin like a star
Witta bad (*##$ with $$# and cash in her bra

Pocket full of cash, we smash, we all at the mall
Hit a swapmeet, snatch some khakis up off the wall
Turn your music up cus we don't give a f**k about the law

Only Lord knows, this is California soul

[Chorus: The Game]

C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't %#@! ^!$$%s could tell me
Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love

We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub

[Verse 2:]

Mothaf**ka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless

Changin my number ^!$$% the streets steady callin, but
Moneys my target, nobodys flawless
Step in my building still got the work under my carpet

Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin
Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment
South Central active, gang bang capitol

Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg, it's factual
What set you claim? Little homey they askin you
Wrong color, wrong sign, boy they blastin you

And when you passin though better have a pass if u
Because these boys in the hood they'll casket you
Nothin but the truth is what I'm givin you

Lord knows, the life of a California soul

[Chorus:]

C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't %#@! ^!$$%s could tell me
Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love

We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub

[Verse 3:]

Mothaf**ka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Still in my hood on my beach cruiser, pedalin

^!$$%s think I'm a rookie but got the heart of a veteran
^!$$% I'm a doctor?, I got that medicine
For them patients they say the go around me but that's irrelavent

Balls hangin low just like a elephant, still ridin high like a pelican
^!$$% I ain't studder man, I do it for the gutta men
I do it for my people on a hustle on a struggle, we go? dawg

I do it for the W, west coast my coast, Watts, California
My hood my burough, plus I gotta keep it thorough man I gotta keep it gangsta
That's what I am no wanksta, never that

Momma never raised a chump, watch what you sayin huh
Only Lord knows, California soul