On Our Way to L.A.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Don Juan] I'm all about the cash, down to get the ass 5-6 the spot, homies smokin' 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 game, and questions got the bitch Guessing 'bout the dick, fucked her way 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.A To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees 35 South, 40 going West 15 the opposite of North on a quest [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Hittin' prospect straight bro Lookin' for some Kansas City hoes to poke But relish floats my boat Keep a Nathan Belathe in my pocket, I gotta get mine Keepin' suspicious mitchin' niggas behind my line Rewind my rhyme, N9na with many dope styles Pack my bag, now I'm out, pal Kick it with some 'iancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one night Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity, no doubt Rich man suites, had her face off in the pillow The next mornin', dippin', met some 'iancs in Amarillo Give me the number, 'ianc, so that when we come back through Play some "Questions" with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh 40 west, to Alberquerque on through the Arizona hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ Is down with us, you can say what you say Kansas City all day, out for relish on my way to L.A [Chorus: Tech N9ne & Don Juan] On our way to Cali All we want is the palm trees, a pretty bitch And become rich Rogue Dogs, we come to bring the fury Make a dash to L.A., turn Cali to Missouri On our way to Cali All we want is the palm trees, a pretty bitch And become rich Rogue Dogs, we come to bring the fury Make a dash to L.A., turn Cali to Missouri [Verse 3: Don Juan & Tech N9ne] We hit the highway, the fly way Doin' 89, niggas waste no time Make a pit stop, bumpin' old school hip-hop MidWestSide never flip-flop Niggas get dropped, all about the relish when we creep Stopped in Oklahoma City, got us a suite Gave niggas much love (What's up), passed much bud (Yeah) Come here, baby, get at me, show what you're made of 12 20 North-West, a little get together Beautiful ladies, nobody shady Down-ass homies, nobody phony Everything was dandy So wassup to my homegirls Tammy Tachey and Tez, way too thick Missouri niggas, way too sick We gotta make that group We gotta jet, 747 style Oh shit, eleven hundred mo' miles [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] L.A. two-way my on The chronic up in L.A. we stay high gone Wake Up Show flows, see hoes on the 405 Already hell alive when I arrive Midwest style, no Cristal just Caribou Lou Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu, a new crew, but who? Them Rogue Dog niggas from Mizzizy We rollin' on Sunset, mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy What's the real dough, we got that real flow You other busters comin' fake like a dildo And if you wanna try a nigga from the Mizery get with me And me show you what the Tecca N9na kill fo' I'm out for stacks baby, creatin' plaques baby After I'm makin' the relish we can hit the sack maybe Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me, I'm off nigga [Chorus: Tech N9ne & Don Juan] On our way to Cali All we want is the palm trees, a pretty bitch And become rich Rogue Dogs, we come to bring the fury Make a dash to L.A., turn Cali to Missouri On our way to Cali All we want is the palm trees, a pretty bitch And become rich Rogue Dogs, we come to bring the fury Make a dash to L.A., turn Cali to Missouri Yeah [Outro: Tech N9ne & Don Juan] Yeah, ayy, call the nigga Don and tell that nigga to get the van ready We 'bout to roll to Cali You got everything, nigga? Just make sure we got everything, you know? Yeah, that's right, I got the camcorder Call the Rogue Dog niggas Call that nigga Q and tell him, uhh- we arrive, uhh- Five o'clock Memorial Day, mane That's right, that's right, ayy Tell him to have them 'iancs ready for us Tell the nigga to have the motherfuckin' 151 ready 'cause we got plenty of Caribou Lou for bitches in the Jacuzzi And play some questions with you hoes, hahahaha! Hey, tell the nigga Rock Money to quit bullshittin' and get the twins and Law, c'mon everybody Where the fuck is Lejo at? Haha Time to roll, man