We're High Society

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We’re comin' to you straight up from the West Coast in Cali
The high society with a particular mentality
We got the buds, the babes, the beach fun and sun
The honey, the crumbs, and the oil that’ll make you come
So get some and surf in our sunny haze
I’m the Gateway Affect blazin' with Summer Dazed
I know you’re dreamin' of my California funnin' and sunnin'
You should fuckin' know by now we know how to keep ‘em all comin'
The Cali fantasy you see, smokin' and tokin' those sweet leaves
So you’re lovin' the gleam and steam of hot pussies in bikinis?
Trust me you know the ladies are busty and you’re fuckin' lusting
For our buds that are crystalline-dusted with diamond-crusting
Welcome to the new Cali style from the Gogi to the OG
Straight up from me the sweet and sassy redhead rapper, Summer D
Livin' life just to be, writin' rhymes so you can see what it means
To be free. I’ve been smokin' the green since I was fuckin' sixteen
And fightin' for my peace and freedom all the mean times in between
Nobody tells me who to fuckin' be or what to fuckin' say
It’s not the Cali way. I woke myself up on the same damn day
I said fuck the authorities and their lies and hit the highway
Couldn’t have done it without Ice Cube teachin' me that I don’t have to be
What the fuck they want me to be, just be Summer D from Cali
We’re high society, West Coast love for my best coast buds
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
We’re high society, West Coast love for my best coast buds
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
Y’all know the captivatin' Cali Coast is true paradise
Santa Cruz more precisely where nonconformity is no vice
Fuck all these ridiculous stereotypes and out-of-state gripes
We’re an awakened archetype representin' the way of life
Forget all the fuckin' diamonds, Ferraris and Maseratis
You don’t need no Bugatti to be a California hottie
Just give me my Roxy suit and Daisy Dukes in a sun salute
Cuz my flow is Vinyasa and my sutra is kama acute
I don’t ever wear Jimmy Choo’s cuz I don’t need no fancy shoes
I have an affinity for bare feet keep it street nothin' to lose
I don’t drink booze or the juice, no vodka just the ganja Godka
For me, it’s jasmine Chronic Iced Tea rollin' in the weed dogma
When it comes to cannabis and shapin' culture I got the scoop
Not gonna be cute like Betty Boop, gonna toke with Wiz and Snoop
Time to regroup and take my payback in pyramids of greenbacks
In a lyric attack, West Coast rap is what fuckin' brought me back
We’re High Society droppin' that West Coast Love
We’re High Society smokin' fat California Bud
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
We’re high society, West Coast love for my best coast buds
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
We’re high society, West Coast love for my best coast buds
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
Mad respect to NWA who woke me with their audacity
And to Dre’s beats that make him forever the God of Rap City
I’m writin' rhymes that will make Grandmaster Caz proud, above status-quo
Stayin' loud like Snow with the fem flow don’t you know, killin' the show
We’re High Society droppin' that West Coast Love
We’re High Society smokin' fat California Bud
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'
Toke it up and let’s get ridin'. Smoke it up and let’s go rhymin'