[Intro - one, two, three and YB [Verse 1 - Ya down, time to make my block proud California on four hour watch now finna take over baby, hot style Yeah the young county got the rock now I hear the rumors saying that I just now Like never heard a hood nigga with a hot style I got the to birds, and the block now Old bitches to holler at me because I'm hot now I got a new bitch sitting in my now Song on the radio, about to drop now Music in California, living proof Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, it do? I been had what other niggas getting to Take girl home, and make her earn all them Jimmy Choos I hope you like heat, it's hot in the boo Do you have service? Am I through? - Akon] Hey, I know you we got the drop now Konvict niggas around the clock now Getting money and we forced to put the down down, Glock down And we all the pipes now And I can get accustomed to this No more spending all my cash trying to fight on lock down Because is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, [Verse 2 - Ya watch, another chain, another charm copped Time to wake these up like alarm clocks I see hating so we got to keep the arms cocked I'm the CA on storm watch It's to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold Superstar, in the kitchen whipping O's Toss it to my youngins, me when you get it gone a rap nigga, we about to get it on I'm speaking for California from the top at Ya Boy, I got it locked down I tried to tell this forever like a diamond I'm so hot, shorty I can the climate [Verse 3 - And as the days pass by a G7 And all my on the corner of 7-Eleven another on the ground and we'll start repping For all the homies laying down, resting up in And I hope you down And of how we just locked it down No letting nothing stop the or get caught up In the streets, how we brought up [Verse 4 - Ya I'm the city where the fiends shoot up and spark Load the ammo, it's time to up the charts cold baby, you might need a scarf Rockstar, but I'm like Noah's ark Louis shades, Dolce and cloth girl know I stay fly like Santa Claus On the road with a trunk of Asher Roth We gone pop Rosay when the off I swear to God I went and got the Bay y'all But I couldn't do it L.A. backing dog say they gone get me, I laugh it off Because they know I keep like basketball Lock it down, make Kon away the key Real nigga, deal ain't changing me It a while, but we still got from A to Z I put in work, what you got to say to me?