| I don’t know where the fuck you’ve been
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| If you don’t know my name
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| Phora tag on the wall so they know I came
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| I ain’t got no sleep for the past four-five days
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| But I’m still asking around what’s poppin tonight
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| And my boys said he’s trying to paint a spot but I might
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| Go and kick it with my girl I always end up in some trouble G
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| But if you need some weed, hit my nigga Double G
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| Wanna see how the west rolls, then come with me
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| In the benz bumppin I got love and we drunk
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| Bumpin G fuck, 90 miles an hour over speed bumps
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| Yellin rest in peace NATE D-O-Double G
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| I’m bringing the funk back, the west was never dead
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| We were just having too much fun jack
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| I’m from that, sunny C-A and you must admit
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| We’re getting down aren’t we
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| If you’re from the west, bump this at your house party nigga
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| Sunny California, Dime pieces and bomb bud
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| Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast
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| California, Dime pieces and bomb bud
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| Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast
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| Ain’t nothing like that California weather
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| Summer breeze and palm trees, nothing feels better
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| Than the sand between your toes, and the mist from the ocean
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| Chillin at the beach with a dime piece smokin on a fattie
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| Yeah she calls me Papi not Daddy, Oh how I love these women
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| You meet in Cali, from the dark skin beauties to the thick latinas
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| Crazy white girls, can’t forget ya’ll neither
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| The only radio station I bump is K-DAY, 93.5 on the 1−0-1 freeway
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| With the windows down, my CD spinning
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| Catch me in your town you gonna see me grinnin
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| Cause I"m loving life and I ain’t got no time for a hater
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| I’m just on the grind for some paper
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| West Coast tatted on my wrist, and if you got the outline of Cali
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| Tatted you the shit, crusin downtown under city lights
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| We rock chucks and white tees nigga get it right
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| Barbeques and Laker games, we just living life
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| But them beautiful Cali days can turn to wicked nights
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| So watch your back nigga
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| Sunny California, Dime pieces and bomb bud
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| Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast
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| California, Dime pieces and bomb bud
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| Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast
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| Look I say West, West (West, West)
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| Say West, West (West, West)
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| CALIF-ORN-IA (CALIF-ORN-I-A)
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| Say West Coast (West Coast)
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| West Coast (West Coast)
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| Now say Sunny C-A (Sunny C-A)
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| Sunny C-A (Sunny C-A)
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| 714 to the 562
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| 818 always show love when I slide through
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| 323 to the 626 ya’ll know how to get down
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| To that West Coast shit
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| 213 to 909, throw them fuckin dubs up when I roll by
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| 619 to the 760, put that bitch in cruise control
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| And let it just roll, aye aye, let it just roll
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| Put that bitch in cruise control and let it just roll
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| Aye look, let it just roll, put that bitch
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| In cruise control and let it just roll
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| Yeah, let it just roll
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| Aye, let that bitch roll
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| Just let it roll, just let it roll
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| Sunny California is my home nigga |