Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Rest N Cali (feat. Goldie Loc And Bootsy Collins), artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Rest N Cali (feat. Goldie Loc And Bootsy Collins) |
| My goodness my gracious shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces |
| Hand full of aces trumped up dump trunk white wall paces |
| Drink til you drop motherf*cker cop |
| Old English 800 on the block |
| Way before St. Ide’s came to the spot |
| Nig*as used to hang out and do the pop lock |
| And if we got into some sh*t we never pop shots |
| We’d squab scrap whatever it was |
| And live to talk about it and we get old cause |
| And keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bud |
| We do a house party what the f*ck is a club |
| And the ese’s they sold most of the drugs |
| La familia hell and |
| We get money yeah and we do low ride |
| Represent it and talk nope no not I |
| That’s the code in every hood that you roam |
| Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome |
| O.G. |
| the place that I call home |
| Black Lac like that and it’s sitting on chrome |
| Plaque in back strap in Lac |
| Antennas wake you up for a rat trying to set a new trap |
| Swinging the track dripping curl juice on your back |
| Breaking hearts like Roger and Zapp motherf*cker |
| Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her |
| Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer |
| Pound for pound we were the baddest in town |
| You just had to get up for the get down |
| Some say we the next generation |
| But we lack education |
| Drinking mad dog 20/20 |
| Silver satin blue Kool Aid sagging in my Dickies |
| I got my loccs on sailing through my neighborhood |
| Catch you slipping on them bricks it ain’t all good |
| Front door kicker Glock spitter |
| Black and gold flag across my face when I get you |
| 3 wheeler tipping turning up the Alpine |
| While I listen to the grapevine |
| Blue Crips all by the front door |
| East side rip riding gang banging all I know |
| Heart break hotel hush puppy neck kicker |
| I grew up on that crazy one five nig*a |
| If you locc from my block then hop something |
| And I ain’t talking bout no peel nigga block hunting |
| Blue corduroys while I’m talking on my brick phone |
| 14 years old had to bring the sh*t home |
| My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up |
| Look at the block now nig*a it’s sewed up |
| I ain’t playing with you old grand pubas |
| Peace out Rolando ran things with no |
| Now take a picture of this 8 ball sipper |
| Look down at my shoes blue strings nigga |
| Goldie Loc will keep this motherf*cker crack-a-lackin |
| The only thing I wanna hear is gang bang rapping |
| Some say we the next generation |
| But we lack education |
| Hanging with the crew of devastation |
| Yeah but we one nation mama |
| Tally-ho and away we go |
| See you next week with a brand new show |
| When you funk around here ain’t nothing consensual |
| You know I funk so hard you gonna need your parent’s credential |
| Now I’m in the street cause I lost my sheep |
| But now I know where to find that |
| Now how cool is cold when you’re trying to compete |
| Standing next to me son you better take a seat |
| Can’t none of you cut throats funk like me |
| You better check with Snoop Dogg and get your pedigree |
| Why oh why do I think like that |
| If I am with the dog you must be a cat |
| Now tally-ho and away we go |
| See you next week with a brand new show |
| I want the bomb I want that O.G. |
| back |
| There’s a party going on in my head |
| While I think about the blood that we shed |
| Then party uh when the player play |
| There’s a party going on up in here |
| Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her |
| Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer |
| Pound for pound we were the baddest in town |
| You just had to get up for the get down |
| Some say we the next generation |
| But we lack education |
| Hanging with the crew of devastation |
| Yeah but we one nation mama |
| Hanging with the Snoopatronics bobba |