On Our Way To L.A.

I'm all about the cash, down to get the ass5-6 the spot homie smoking grass

Pass me the drink watch a nigga get towed down

Tech gave the low down

Now it's time to put the hoes down

I came and questions got the bitch

Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the white too quick

Nothin' but a trick bitch now

I'm on another journey

Had no rub', hope the bitch don't burn me

Ten hours away, then

I'm on my way to

Cali L.ATo make

Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees35 south 40 going west15 the opposite of north on a quest[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]

Hittin' prospect straight bro

Looking for some

Kansas City hoes to poke

But rellish floats my boat

Keep a nigga for live in my pocket

I gotta get mine

Keeping suspicious middle niggers behind my line

Rewind my rhyme,

Nina with many dope styles

Pack my bag now

I'm out pal

Kick it with some biancas up in

Oklahoma stayin' over for one night

Hit it right then

I'm out, no diggity no doubt

Rich man suits,? her face off in the pillow

The next morning dippin' met some biancs in

AmarilloGive me the number bianc so that when we come back through

Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh40 west, to

Alberquerque on through the

Arizona hittin' corners who can see me who, 3

DQIs down with us, you can say what you say

Kansas City all day, offer rellish on my way to

L.A[Hook - Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] (2x)

On our way to

CaliAll we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich)

Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)

Turn Cali to

Missouri[Verse 3 - Don Juan]

We hit the highway, the fly way

Doing 89 niggas waste no time

Make a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop

Midwestside never flip-flop

Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we creep

Stopped in

Oklahoma City got us a suite

Gave niggas much love, passed much bud

Come here baby get at me show what you made of12 20 north-west, a little get together

Beautiful ladies, nobody shady

Down-ass homies, nobody phony

Everything was dandy

So wassup to my homegirls

TammyTachey and

Tez, right too thick

Misery niggas, right too sick

We gotta make that group

We gotta jet, seven forty seven style

Oh shit, eleven hundred mo' miles[Verse 4 - Tech N9ne]

L.A. two-way my on

The chronic up in

L.A. we stayed high gone

Wake up show flows see hoes on the 405

Already hell alive when

I arriveMidwest style no

Cristal just

Caribou Lou

Feel like

I'm an alien like

Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?

Them road dog niggas from

MizzizyWe rollin' on

Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy

What's the real dough, we got that real flow

You other busters coming fake like a dildo

And if you wanna try a nigga from the misery get with me

And me show you what the

Tecca Nina kill fo'

I'm out for stacks baby, creating plaques baby

After I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack maybe

Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the

RoxyI'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me

I'm off nigga