California (West Coast Mix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Too Short] Open California at the side show Used to let the gold diggers call my spokes You know your boy always got something to smoke I threw the peace sign when I see my folks 580, to the 585 On my way to LA, and I'm getting high Blowin bubble cush from Santarosa Late night Hollywood, I'm in boss and nova In the 80s, it was freaks and trues That's me on that Lack, straight rolling through And when I moved to the A, I brought the west with me We had the whole town blowin, like a french chimney Bitch, born in LA, got the gang from the bay But ain't no place like the city where I stay [Chorus: Ricco Barrino] I stay getting that work from California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Born back with the slap, the big California We the home of the gangsta rap Where the homies be actin up But don't trip, on crip, we can back it up Strapped up, sag it up Bag it up, dressed in all black like Dracula Smoke is Snooptacular I'm at a Laker game, with my own seets We got the Heat, Cobey, he from Longbeach And he a jump shooter, but he goin bang on ya Don't walk through the hood, without that bang on ya Baby was bad, you wanna put that ring on her And she ball in heals, she put that pain on ya This California lifestyle, make you wanna immitate it It's everywhere, so don't go nowhere [Chorus: Ricco Barrino] I stay getting that work from California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali [Verse 3: Colonel Loud] You know I gotta show the West love I had to take a trip to Cali for the best bud I been chilling with the goons, yeah the real thugs Went to Sacramento nigga met a real plug I said I'm looking for the gas where the kill at Want the strong gotta go where the hill at I met a bad bopper chilling out in Frisco Like to sip the lime-a-ritas and the Sisco I hopped my ass on the 101 and headed north And when I hit the hill I found what I was looking for I'm feeling like a leprechaun with a pot of gold Bags of the gas yeah the Colonel got a soul I fly a bitch from the A with 100 racks Put her ass in a rental told her run it back Fly another bitch in with 200 more Welcome to California the State of gold [Chorus: Ricco Barrino] I stay getting that work from California And all the killers they show me love in California I flew a bitch from the A to California And I be smoking on the best loud in California Ayy California, oh California I swear I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali