[Chorus: Andre Mosley]
Woke up, this morning
Weed & breakfast on my mind
Vaporize & find myself a peach
I'm from California where
Peaches grown on beaches and
Marijuana legal and
Shirt gone, sexy on

[Verse 1: Aaron Temple]
Like a mothafucka
Coming from under the
Shade in the place where we lamp
By the bar with the stars
No sand on my sneaks
So I park my car on the beach
Keys, valet please
While I valet my thing inside of Valerie
She got a love jones
I am a Jones
That's Southside on my mama's side
MISS I-S-S-I to the P-P-I , landing in the O-A-K
Where they say that we go, hoes love pimp cause we Too $hort
I stick by my statement
Not even Doc Venkman can stop the ghost in the whip
It's out of control
Since the Coachella show
So holla at 2Pacalypse
Ridin proper in the Impala chick
{Chorus: Andre Mosley]
Shonuff, I'm zonin, met her at Pier 39
Walkin tall, prints on Ocean Beach
And I'll go, way down south where the palm trees sprout
Girls talk sweet but they actin out with they assets out, ow

[Verse 2: Aric Jones]
Boardwalk
Boarding
These vans not jordans
Comin from the land of the brickhouse boarded
A dollar with a plan and a ticket to the ocean
PCH coastin
Now im on the sand and my hand on a fortune
I had a Cadillac and the lac barely started
Now I don't use keys when I enter my apartment
But now we on Pacific ave
I got the gift of gab
Na na na nah na nah these n***as talkin
Sippin quavo in the process
With different flavors I be coughing
A Billion women in a moshpit
Hood bitches, hipsters, Moraccans
My homie told me to watch it
This type of lifestyle get toxic
I know
[Chorus: Andre Mosley]
Woke up, this morning
Weed & breakfast on my mind
Vaporize & find myself a peach
I'm from California where
Peaches grown on beaches and
Marijuana legal and
Shirt gone, sexy on