CALI GOLD

[Chorus: MONGO]
I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
I-I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
I-I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head

[Verse 1: MONGO]
W-W-W-Where I'm at, where I'm from, all my brothers hold a gun
I been knowing, what it's 'bout, change ya' tone, get the dubs
Get the crumbs, if you lack, stomp him in his fuckin' tongue
If he talk, on my soul, I'ma leave him prayin', hoe
Cali gold, write the map, pistol in my fuckin' lap
No escape, no regard, everyday I'm goin' hard
Smoke my dope, cut the check, smoke it to the fuckin' neck
Life is good, never stress, focus on what's comin' next
Cali-born, bitch I'm stayin' down, I'ma take the crown
On my soul, shoutout Tennessee, shoutout, H-Town
G-O-D, live inside yo' walls, ain't no fuckin' joke
M-O-N, to the G-O
'Cause that's all I know
Light the 'piff, fry it while I cruise, this the life I live
You don't like it, bitch? I don't give a fuck, suck my dick
G-O-D, always keep it real, hands up to the sky
Puttin' rounds, into demon-kind, 'til the day I die

[Chorus: GODHANDUSA]
I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (Woah)
I-I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (Woah)
I-I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head

[Verse 2: GONDA]
I remember San Jose before the iPhone
In the street, that's the only place that I know
Drivin' down to Seal Beach, from the LBC
On the PCH, in the parkin' lot, we tryna' buy dope
Way before dispensaries, I was the packman
Eatin' good, turn 'em to a ghost, I feel like Pac-Man
Eatin' ice cream, with my girl, we bought a black and tan
And she black and tan, from the islands, under Japan
Yeah she from Manila, sippin' coconut, right out the can
She don't like vanilla, GONDA, he got some melanin
Flippin' dope, Mista 'get ya' fix', Mista 'tell a friend'
Mister "I could sell you 12 ounces, for the price of 10"
It feel like I'm writin' holy scripture, when I click the pen
Been doin' this music shit so long, I rap in REM
When I'm sleep, in my dreams, melodies and BPMs
Any speed, I could rap forever when I'm feelin' zen

[Chorus: GODHANDUSA]
I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (Woah)
I-I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (Woah)
I-I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head
I-I-I can feel my eyes, in the back of my head