[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
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[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
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[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...
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