Welcome to tha golden state  West Coast California where tha 1 time hate  Ese's, Bloods, Crips, quick to regulate  Lowride and hit switches till the bumper brake  (2X)    I'm leanin' back in my Chevy Impala hittin tha curb  Swooping up all the homies see my doggs so I swerve  To the left on 3 wheels  Yall know the deal  Got tha spokes wit tha chrome grill  That's how we do it  Hittin switches on a day to day  From Compton, Carson, Inglewood   Down to tha Dirty Bay  Ridin' tha Cali way  Dippin initiation sparks on tha interstate  Music blastin & California written on tha license plate  I love tha Golden State  Sunny sky's and tha palm trees  Beaches and Lowriders   Singing songs like tha Eastsiders  Sayin' what, what?  Straight outta of tha land of the unforgotten  Hommie's in prison  Wishing they ain't had 3 strikes  But this Cali thug way of livin got em' 25 to life  It's rags and bandannas, Chuck Taylors, Dickies and Thug Grammar  G's full of they evil ways like Santana    From Long Beach down to West Convina  Inglewood, Riverside, Palm Springs  Hollywood down to Pasadena  Frisco, Oakland down to tha Marina  Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina  Ya gotta love it yall  Tha sunny weather no sweater or leather  Just mink brims and a pimp feather  The land of Super Stars and nice cars  Wit Chrome tires and bad traffic back up for miles  But we, still rollin till tha wheels fall off, gotta floss  In tha Benz or Escalade  No need to playa hate  This Killa Cali where gangstas rally and tally  The murders, in streets or alleys  From the Projects to tha Valley  Chuck Taylors, Kaki Suites, Skip the Wind Breakers  This California home of the 3 times Champ Lakers    I'm from tha land of Drive-Bye's and actmatics  Thug Lords, Blood and Crip Ryders and drug addicts with bad habits  Charismatic wit automatics and bandits  Holding these cannons it's scandleless how they be dumpin till tha  Last man standin  That's why, gotta get to preachin while they still alive  Cuz tomorrow not promised specially where them hollow points fly  It's do or die in tha Golden State  Most ryders regulate off of tha smallest things  Like Red or Blue colors  Then catch a case  It's California though  I love it like tha rydas do  Poppin our Collars, dippin' in Impalas  Dogg I'm stayin true, throw up the "W"  This here's that anthem, for every Ghetto, Projects, Neighborhood and Street  Alley, where gunz be clappin'  Where they packin' a mack or magnum, braggin'  How they be jackin', attackin', smackin'  Taken action just to get reaction, C-A-L-I-F-O-R-I-N-I-A  Welcome to Frisco, Sacramento and tha streets of LA    these lyrics are submitted by FF5 Fan