On Our Way To L.a. Lyrics - The Calm Before The Storm - Tech N9ne

I'm all about the cash, down to get the ass 

5-6 the spot homie smoking grass 

Pass me the drink watch a nigga get towed down 

Tech gave the low down 

Now it's time to put the hoes down 

I came and questions got the bitch 

Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the white too quick 

Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on another journey 

Had no rub', hope the bitch don't burn me 

Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A 

To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees 

35 south 40 going west 

15 the opposite of north on a quest 

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Hittin' prospect straight bro 

Looking for some Kansas City hoes to poke 

But rellish floats my boat 

Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get mine 

Keeping suspicious middle niggers behind my line 

Rewind my rhyme, Nina 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 suits,? 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 

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[- Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] On our way to Cali 

All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich) 

Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.) 

Turn Cali to Missouri 

We hit the highway, the fly way 

Doing 89 niggas waste no time 

Make a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop 

Midwestside never flip-flop 

Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we creep 

Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a suite 

Gave niggas 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 niggas, right too sick 

We gotta make that group 

We gotta jet, seven forty seven style 

Oh shit, eleven hundred mo' miles 

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 niggas 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 nigga from the misery get with me 

And me show you what the Tecca Nina 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 motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga 

[- Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] On our way to Cali 

All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich) 

Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.) 

Turn Cali to Missouri 

(Yeah, ey, call the nigga Don and tell that nigga 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?) 

Call the nigga Q and tell 'em uh- we arrive uuh- five o'clock memorial day man) 

(That's right that's right ey) 

Tell the nigga to have some biancs ready for us 

(Tell the nigga to have the motherfucking 151 ready cause we got plenty of Caribou Lou ready for bitches in the jacuzzi) 

And play some questions with you hoes hahahaha 

(Where the fuck is LeJo at man?)