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[ Featuring Dr. Dre ]

F*ck Black hippy, nigga
I invented the recipe

It's a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess
Pretty Chick let me see them breast
E.T. OG from the weed clinic (Soulo)
Solo but I'm never alone (that's right)
I stay high and I'm powerful (Soulo)
Westside (easy call)
I got three eyes, man, I see y'all
All I do is kill shit, ICU
Party with a few girls at USC
It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off
I'm gettin' topped off (Soul), Top Dawg
Women, weed, and weather what more can I say
To live and die in LA
Spend a week on Venice Beach
I'm 2Pac and Biggie Smalls

Every mornin', nigga, I get blazed, ayy
Women, weed, and weather, nigga, if you bored come and join the wave, ayy
Girl, what is your name?
'Cause I'm feelin' your frame, can I see what you 'bout, uh
A little somethin' in your rear, little somethin' in your mouth
Little somethin' on your couch, uh
Know what I'm talkin' about, brin' the coffin out
'Cause I killed it, I done drilled it
She said she like it from the back like a real bitch, uh
She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried
Yo I can't reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes
But when you got the recipe, it's no surprise
Bad hoes panties get left behind, I want your behind and

You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

Women, weed, and weather
They come for women, weed, and weather
For the women, weed, and weather
From all around the world for the women, weed, and weather
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever, come and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA

Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for a three-day run, bitch
Take them mothaf*ckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I control
Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old
You want to be on, to peak on the charts
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe, she in the Neon
'Cause she on the BS before we can start
F*ck with a nigga, ride with a nigga
Let 'em know I'm priority, order me
Hennessey and for my niggas
OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
Boy he's on his job
Boy he sure be havin' the marks on they mark
Pretty bitches and tire marks
Let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controllin' my vice
No way hell no, uh-uh
If I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
We want to be on, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault
That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off

You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

Women, weed, and weather
They come for women, weed, and weather
For the women, weed, and weather
From all around the world for the women, weed, and weather
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever, come and play
What more can I say? Welcome to-

Jay Rock got the recipe
Fly hoes wanna roll I guess (I guess)
Everybody know I got that Yola (Yola)
Ask Keisha she'll confess, uh
I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she ain't got on no makeup, uh
Medicated, please my nigga no tellin' where the high gonna take us, uh
Three W's, I'm at the W, she got double D's bout to brin' trouble through
OG, Hennessy get their panties wet, I'm tryin' to dive in the swimmin' pool
Left stroke, right stroke, what's the best stroke
That stroke can smoke all down her throat
And we blows all kinds of 'dro
Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga

You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

Women, weed, and weather
They come for women, weed, and weather
For the women, weed, and weather
From all around the world for the women, weed, and weather
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever, come and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
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F*ck Black hippy, nigga
I invented the recipe

It's a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess
Pretty Chick let me see them breast
E.T. OG from the weed clinic (Soulo)
Solo but I'm never alone (that's right)
I stay high and I'm powerful (Soulo)
Westside (easy call)
I got three eyes, man, I see y'all
All I do is kill shit, ICU
Party with a few girls at USC
It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off
I'm gettin' topped off (Soul), Top Dawg
Women, weed, and weather what more can I say
To live and die in LA
Spend a week on Venice Beach
I'm 2Pac and Biggie Smalls

Every mornin', nigga, I get blazed, ayy
Women, weed, and weather, nigga, if you bored come and join the wave, ayy
Girl, what is your name?
'Cause I'm feelin' your frame, can I see what you 'bout, uh
A little somethin' in your rear, little somethin' in your mouth
Little somethin' on your couch, uh
Know what I'm talkin' about, brin' the coffin out
'Cause I killed it, I done drilled it
She said she like it from the back like a real bitch, uh
She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried
Yo I can't reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes
But when you got the recipe, it's no surprise
Bad hoes panties get left behind, I want your behind and

You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

Women, weed, and weather
They come for women, weed, and weather
For the women, weed, and weather
From all around the world for the women, weed, and weather
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever, come and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA

Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for a three-day run, bitch
Take them mothaf*ckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I control
Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old
You want to be on, to peak on the charts
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe, she in the Neon
'Cause she on the BS before we can start
F*ck with a nigga, ride with a nigga
Let 'em know I'm priority, order me
Hennessey and for my niggas
OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
Boy he's on his job
Boy he sure be havin' the marks on they mark
Pretty bitches and tire marks
Let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controllin' my vice
No way hell no, uh-uh
If I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
We want to be on, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault
That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off

You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

Women, weed, and weather
They come for women, weed, and weather
For the women, weed, and weather
From all around the world for the women, weed, and weather
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever, come and play
What more can I say? Welcome to-

Jay Rock got the recipe
Fly hoes wanna roll I guess (I guess)
Everybody know I got that Yola (Yola)
Ask Keisha she'll confess, uh
I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she ain't got on no makeup, uh
Medicated, please my nigga no tellin' where the high gonna take us, uh
Three W's, I'm at the W, she got double D's bout to brin' trouble through
OG, Hennessy get their panties wet, I'm tryin' to dive in the swimmin' pool
Left stroke, right stroke, what's the best stroke
That stroke can smoke all down her throat
And we blows all kinds of 'dro
Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga

You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'

Women, weed, and weather
They come for women, weed, and weather
For the women, weed, and weather
From all around the world for the women, weed, and weather
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever, come and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
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Writer: Kendrick Lamar, Elijah Molina, Gabel Mullen D Amico, Udbhav Gupta, Andrea Estella Hernandez, Eric Michael Cardona, Bryan Matthew Ujueta, Sylvester Jordan Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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