[Part 1: Astronaut Pussy]

[Chorus]
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round, round and round

[Verse 1: The Game]
Back to the Hooves
Ridin' down 74th and Hoover with my n***a ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them n***as hatin' from afar, can’t catch 'em now
But they getting smacked when we do
Rat-a-tat like we Snoop, Crown on the Vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Couple pounds of the blue, ivy in it
Tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
N***as be like, "He bodying it"
Ziploc full of J’s, closet full of J’s
Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like a Saudi in it
Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it
Don’t get too pop, get your ass 2Pac'd
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it
That’s my new addition, no Bobby in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many n***as’ ass, shit we Money Team
Same fuck n***as with they hand out, same sad song
Bring the bands out, n***a should be workin on they money scheme
Back to the convers', kill 'em with one verse
Converse with the worst 'til one of our gun burst
Call the mortuary, tell them n***as send one hearse
Cause Compton ain’t like the city of Commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
N***as got them choppas like we flyin' a black hawk
Put you with the roots, thinkin' a n***a was Black Thought
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
[Chorus]
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Pray for me, I’ll make 30
Desert Eagle, my nails dirty
Everything on life and I’d die for it
Made a mil', you ain’t even know it
Tell Illuminati I’m down for it
Call Jigga, I'm next n***a
Son n***as my new litter
Fuck the world on Earth Day
Her booty clap on my birthday
I would take the cake but I’ve been paid
I’m a real n***a, you’s arcade
Had a switchblade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama’s couch
Now I’m going big, I can buy the house
You sound water down, I sound off a ounce
See this for those who say "Where you from?"
And for those hoes who go' make me cum
But them fuck n***as we don’t fuck with them
And fuck n***as gon' lose a lung
Knock knock n***a, come feel the drum
If the bread low, I'ma stack the crumb
Hide the contraband in-between my gum
Before smoking dope, I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G’s, n***a pretty please
Condos where it’s sun and trees
10 tees with my 80s
Hoover hats like the Star of David
Pull on, shots a must, get me faded
Ran up on 'em, I ain't good with aimin'
Move out the set but the set I’m banging
[Chorus]
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round

[Verse 3: Skeme]
Look, a young n***a really tryna stunt, fuck it
Westside Ingles and I ain’t, budging
Independent n***as with no, budget
If it ain’t about a dollar, gotta change, subjects
Rap ass n***as ain’t sayin, nothing
This flow here, n***as can’t, touch it
Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket
Sox Gang off in the streets
10 hut, bring the squadron with me
See n***as talk ballin like they been in the gym
But you lookin like a novice to me now quit talkin to me
Can I vent?
All you n***as sound retarded to me
Killin these n***as, I’m a general n***a
Turn yo head to a target for free
Now I’m on, look at me
Started (what?) started with them pistols and palm trees
Now when n***as come through the wood
N***as gotta know that that’s all me
See the set catch rec
When I slide through throwin up all Bs
And n***as wanna act like they thuggin like us
We said, "Boy, please"
This S to the K to the E to the Mmm n***a
New Rolls go vroom n***a
.4-5 cocked back like boom n***a
Got enough loot to fill up a room n***a
And I’m rolling these blunts at 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin' for more
Made me a milli, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain’t got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it, I spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my n***a this Bloodin'
I take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it
[Chorus]
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round, round and round

[Bridge]
Too high, high
C-c-can't come down
Too high, high
C-c-can't come down
Too high, high
C-c-can't come down
Too high, high
C-c-can't come down (round and round, round and round)

[Part 2: Welcome To California]

[Intro: Too $hort]
Welcome to California, beitch
Welcome to California, beitch

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]
Sky’s not the only place
Stars are livin'
I know another place
Where you can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining

[Verse 1: The Game]
N***a done been everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home, C-O-M-P-T-O-N on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from my grandmother’s porch to my executive Porsche
Now I’m driving through London and Rome
With a Parisian bitch, rockin corn rows
Backseat of my Panamera watchin' pornos
Where we goin? What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg, leave the city in ruins
Then fly to Dubai on my poolside, coolin'
My Audemar ain't waterproof, fuck it, go and get a new one
I done been everywhere around the world and that’s cool
But can't no hotel fuckin' reserve us parked through
My hood, gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move back to Compton, shit, we ought to
Condos on Wilshire, shit I bought two
Livin' down the street where BIG got shot, I haunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It’s how we live our life, surrounded by tape
Pause

[Bridge: Stacy Barthe]
Harmonizing

[Verse 2: The Game & Too $hort]
Where the angels fly, City of Angels
I, will, never let you down
Kill, anything approaching my crown
Still, undefeated
That’s why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches
But don’t get it confused, city still got rules
Wear the wrong colors, n***a end up on the news
Lights out, like Durant in The Drew
Then I’m right back down Compton Avenue in a Buick
If you had a heart, n***as put a bullet through it
And it took a coma for you to be king, would you do it?
Would you do it?
If I dropped you off at Watts, would you walk through it?
Would you be from Grape Street or would you Piru it?
Here’s my red rag, it says, "Ain’t nothing to it"
They go the 60’s, motherfucker, good luck
Welcome to California, beitch
They go the 60’s, motherfucker, good luck

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Uhh, from the corner where the hoes sell they Kit-Kat
Short dress, hair down the bizack
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain’t Bloodin' n***a
Pass blunts to my cousins n***a
Turn hell into gold, I can pon the river
HiiiPower, you a Amish liver
Cali dro in my lungs and such
Twisting blunts from dawn to dusk
My shoebox should’ve been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Key to the city, they should honor us
You don’t talk me and Game, no game homie
Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, and this the 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business, uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning, uh
Now I rep the floor until the ending, uh
Smoking on L's cause I’m winnin', uh
Wax getting blowed just to kindle it, uh
Yeah, now back to the groove, back to the Hooves
Rat-a-tat-tat in the 'Lac with a tool
No county jail, still wearin' all blue
Orange on the trim, straight lookin like Q
Fig' tattoo

[Interlude: ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (oo-wee, oo-wee)
Uh, yeah (yeah)
Uh, uh, right (right, right)
Uh, yeah (yeah)

[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q & Too $hort]
I’m into gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib, yeah
Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence, yeah
Might die on the freeway, hey
Much love to the Kee-Way, aye
Watch you know about L.A.? Uh, yeah, right
Welcome to California, beitch
Stay low from the comas, uh
Make a right 'fore they dome us, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to California, beitch
Stay low from the comas, uh
Make a right 'fore they, pop pop pop

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]
Sky’s not the only place
Stars are livin'
I know another place
Where you can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining

[Verse 5: Skeme]
Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I’ma bring her to the set if she will
And if I do, the pussy better be killed
It's just the way I make her feel, no Stephanie Mills
A n***a heavily trill, these haters never be real
I came up in the 'Wood where it’s kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuckin' me still
Just give her dick, never covered a bill, this shit is real
This Westside INGLCL
Bands on them bitches, getting ends on them bitches
Gold framed Cartier lives on the bitches
Last long like I’m using extends on them bitches
I’m a (what?) native, I got real n***as with me
Golden State, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White
(Woop!) Middle fingers for the pigs
Tell them bitch n***as suck a dick, man come and get me aight

[Interlude: Skeme & Too $hort]
This n***a Chuck want a n***a be in here
Rappin' all day and shit
Blood, I got to go get my shit braided
N***a ends and shit all out
And I ain't got no lean
Fuck this, we out this bitch
What's happening though?
Welcome to California, beitch
Woop!

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]
Sky’s not the only place
Stars are livin'
I know another place
Where you can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining
You can’t stop the shining