In The Hills lyrics

[Intro]
Whew, I say
Huh, yeah, I'm out here, yeah
Pull that motherf*ckin' lowrider up, n*gga (I'm only out here for one reason)
Where Warren G at? I say, look, uh (I ain't out here that long, lil' n*gga, you know?)
Cali in the hills, I'm out here s—, okay, yeah (Okay, slow down a lil' bit, Ghetto)
Let that motherf*cker ride for a minute, yeah, I say
Whew, Ghetto
Yeah (Two, three, go)

[Chorus]
Cali in the hills, I'm out here searchin' for a plug
Both pockets filled up with Crip, my cup filled up with blood
Rick Owens got some dirt on 'em, I got it out the mud
Money so f*ckin' dirty, had to wash it in the tub

[Verse]
Was down on my di*k, they ain't show me no love
Ain't do no cryin' or no complainin', went to Cali, found a plug
Stickin' to the bud, I don't need water to make it flood
sh*t'll happen, you in the feds lookin' at nothin' less than a dub
I'ma tell you what it is, don't give a f*ck 'bout what it was
I'ma let that blood spill, you owe me, f*ck if you my cousin
Five star, I'm eatin' crab legs, crunchin' over numbers
Ninety-day grind with no spinnin', I'm f*ckin' up the summer
'Bout that cash money, I'm 'bout it-'bout it, I pull up in a Hummer
I know the drench gang, in broad day, we make it thunder
Bossman, I done graduated, can't treat me like a runner
Tunnel vision, I can't fall off right now, I'm on the come up
Mr. Hustle All Night, from sundown to sun up
Plenty times a n*gga fell down, now I'm back one up
Scratchin' from the scene like lil' bro, yellin' out "One love"
Smokin' on some sh*t that's so strong, feel like I got one lung
I can't let 'em trick me out the street, my mama got one son
Came too far to throw it all away, I slip, we all done
I was sittin' back on the grind, y'all was havin' y'all fun
Main reason why my Galley jeans be stuffed with all dubs, let's go
[Chorus]
Cali in the hills, I'm out here searchin' for a plug
Both pockets filled up with Crip, my cup filled up with blood
Rick Owens got some dirt on 'em, I got it out the mud
Money so f*ckin' dirty, had to wash it in the tub
Cali in the hills, I'm out here searchin' for a plug
Both pockets filled up with Crip, my cup filled up with blood
Rick Owens got some dirt on 'em, I got it out the mud
Money so f*ckin' dirty, had to wash it in the tub, yeah

[Outro]
(Thank you, Fizzle)