California Livin'

This California lifestyle that I live

Zeus amps, Zap' board, highs and mids

Woofers in the trunk straight slammin

Strikin through the neighborhood jammin

Where you can drop the top, or blow the brains

Hit the intersection and do some thangs

Passin up freaks with a gang of 'Yo!'s

Smooth thick legs, no panty hose

Silky perms and dookie braids

Brothers with curls, some with bangs

House parties rock way past 3

Players straight sip on Hennessy

High-speed chases, Chevy races

Havin sex in the strangest places

Nikey shoes, Levi jeans

Triple gold Daytons and straight laced Zeniths

Some on Vogues, some on Elites

Brothers like me rap to the beat

Dual exhaust, candy paint

Fat bank and a gang a dank

Never on time, always late

On the Bay Bridge or the Golden Gate

If you wanna live on the best coast

You better try to move to the West Coast

Where Life Is Too Short and The Game Is Thick

Home of The Mack and the Groupie Ol' Chick

Where brothers stay on the savage grind

Kick with a freak when they find the time

The C-a-l-i-f-o-r-n-i-a rap superstar

Dose for dose, I love to spit it

And for the dank, I love to hit it

Hold it in, so it can choke me

And when I get dank, it will provoke me

To bust a rhyme, through the mic

A West Coast rap, the kind you like

I'm from the V-a-double l-e-j-o

Where makin dope raps is all I know

Wake up in the mornin, eat some grits

Hit the studio, make some hits

Now that you been told about

Watch you rap fans get sold about

One million copies, or even more

I'm pumpin dope rhymes to the record store

Yeah fool, you hear me spittin

Tellin you about that California livin

Kickin it tough everyday, tryina make it through

Stackin a bank, pullin women and I take it you

Would wanna be down with this California lifestyle

Ruthless as a child, now I play the wild

In the streets of California you better be packin

And watch your back, due to the fact they jackin

The wind breeze blowin through the trees

And I'm still gettin tacked at a hundred degrees

Side so hard on the avenue

From L.A. to the Bay brothers stay comin through

In Benzes, Porsches, Fives and thangs

Drop coupes, lift Chev's and whipped up 'Stangs

Gold Daytons and Vogues, candy paint in the kit

Fifth wheel, gold grill, boy I'm talkin 'bout Some of the baddest females ever seen

Straight California snakes, I'll be your green

In the Golden State, livin way too real, fool

And if you're soft, you best be cool

To the double R all my time is given

Coolio and Mac Dre, California livin

California livin it up, girls be givin it up

Kickin back on the track with some heem in your cup

It's a twelve-month party

So when you see me on stage with Lott and Marty

Get out your seat and feel the beat

And peel a freak and don't stop till Cee's killed the beat

On the California coast we pop the most

And dose for dose we spit the dough

On the W-e-s-t C-o-a-s-t

It's young Mac Dre from the C-r-e-s-t

Down and dirty, doin things that only players can do

Straight California livin is what I'm sayin to you

Ridin, sidin, whippin, dippin

24/7 a brother ain't trippin

Mac Dre, the one you like to listen to

Nationwide and now I'm fins'to

Put a little slang in the rap game

And come up strong for The Mac, mane