[Intro - Testing one, two, and YB [Verse 1 - Ya down, time to make my block proud California on twenty hour watch now It's finna over baby, hot style Yeah the county Konvict 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 heels to birds, and the 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 lives in California, living Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, it do? I been had what these other niggas to your 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 you heard we got the drop now Konvict supplying around the clock now Getting money and we forced to put the Glock Glock down, down And we all the pipes now And I can get to this lifestyle No more spending all my cash to fight trial It's on down Because is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine [Verse 2 - Ya Another watch, chain, another charm copped Time to wake these niggas up like alarm I see them hating so we got to the arms cocked I'm the CA on storm watch about to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold Superstar, still in the whipping O's it to my youngins, call me when you get it gone Fuck a rap nigga, we to get it on I'm speaking for from the top down at Ya Boy, I got it locked down I to tell them this forever like a diamond I'm so hot, I can change the climate [Verse 3 - And as the days by like a G7 And all my hustlers on the of 7-Eleven Pour another on the ground and start repping For all the homies laying down, resting up in And I hope you down And proud of how we just it down No letting stop the cash or get caught up In the streets, how we brought up 4 - Ya Boy] I'm the city where the fiends shoot up and spark Load the ammo, it's time to up the charts Game cold baby, you might a scarf Rockstar, but I'm riding like ark Louis shades, Dolce and Gabbana Your girl know I stay fly like Claus On the road with a trunk of Asher Roth We gone pop when the package off I swear to God I went and got the Bay y'all But I do it without L.A. backing dog Niggas say gone get me, I laugh it off they know I keep shooters like basketball Lock it down, make Kon away the key nigga, record deal ain't changing me It took a while, but we still got A to Z I put in work, what you got to say to me?