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 homie smoking grass
Pass me the drink watch a n*gga get towed down
Tech gave the low down
Now it's time to put the hoes down
I came and questions got the b*tch
Guessing 'bout the di*k f*cked the white too quick
Nothin' but a trick b*tch now I'm on another journey
Had no rub', hope the b*tch don't burn me
Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To make Gs, pretty b*tches and palm trees
35 south 40 going west
15 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 n*gga for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping suspicious mitch in n*ggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, N9na 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 suites, had her face off in the pillow
The next morning dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the number bianc 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, offer rellish 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 b*tch
And become rich
Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury
Make it dash to L.A., turn Cali to Missouri
On our way to Cali
All we want is the palm trees a pretty b*tch
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 n*ggas waste no time
Make a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop
Midwestside never flip-flop
n*ggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a suite
Gave n*ggas much love, passed much bud
Come here baby get at me show what you 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, right too thick
Misery n*ggas, right too sick
We gotta make that group
We gotta jet, seven forty seven style
Oh sh*t, 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 arrive
Midwest style no Cristal just Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them road dog n*ggas 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 coming fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a n*gga from the misery get with me
And me show you what the Tecca N9na 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 Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherf*cker stop me I'm off n*gga

[Chorus: Tech N9ne & Don Juan]
On our way to Cali
All we want is the palm trees a pretty b*tch
And become rich
Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury
Make it dash to L.A., turn Cali to Missouri
On our way to Cali
All we want is the palm trees a pretty b*tch
And become rich
Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury
Make it dash to L.A., turn Cali to Missouri
[Outro: Tech N9ne & Don Juan]
Yeah, ey, call the n*gga Don and tell that n*gga to get the van ready we 'bout to roll to Cali
We got everything, hey just make sure we got everything you know?
Yeah that's right I got the camcorder Rogue Dog n*ggas
Call the n*gga Q and tell 'em uh- we arrive uuh- five o'clock memorial day man
That's right that's right ey
(Tell the n*gga to have some biancs ready for us)
Tell him to have the motherf*cking 151 ready 'cause we got plenty of Caribou Lou ready for b*tches in the Jacuzzi
And play some questions with you hoes hahahaha
Hey, tell the n*gga Rock Money quit bullsh*t and give the twens to Law, c'mon everybody
Where the f*ck is LeJo at man? Time to roll man