[Verse 1]  Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land  Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand  Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road  And I guaran-damn-tee you the spot will explode  I wanna rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver  Gettin stoned lookin' out over the Hudson River  See we poppin' worldwide West to East  Anywhere there's stomach acid in the belly of the beast  Where teeth is grittin' rundown but still hittin'  In their rides top tippin' with my cut straight dippin'  Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin' snot bubbles  Like a late-nite bud binge face down in the puddle  If there's one thing I've learned in my travels that's ironic  We all the same it's just we smoked different chronic  We are carnales homes it's like you didn't know  You're the reason I came I think it's time to flow    [Chorus]    [Verse 2]  I've been around in the game much longer than you can figure  All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger  The late-nite binges the all-nite party  Daily gettin' twisted off the herb and Bacardi  Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family  Started in the West now to the East is where they're flyin' me  A first class ticket we flyin' overseas  Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany's breeze  Pissin' in the snow right down beside the Autobon  Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam  Hit the skies again back home to my Califas  A little champagne the huero's high off the reefa  Let's take a little trip down south of the border  Chillin' con mis compas tequila is in order  That's how it goes now I'm headed back home  Livin' on the road till my record sells gold    [Chorus]    [Verse 3]  No matter how you see it now it's quite the same  You can tour with or for that platinum fame  I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that  I tour for the crema the masa the fucking straight cash  Fame don't pay the bills that's on the real  Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal  I got all yall in my sights tonite  You should be pumpin' like a hydro if all goes right  I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California  Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya  Passin' entrance aw you know  I can't fight it yo I think it's time we go...    [Chorus]