Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song California, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 12.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
California |
| Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga, |
| Sipping on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga, |
| The Westcoast back crackin' like it’s 94', |
| So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it’s 94', |
| And don’t come up for air 'til the beat drop, |
| I’m the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak, |
| at the mudafukn Detox, take note grab a pen, |
| And let the world know the west is ridin' again, |
| I Graduated from Dre’s school top of my class, |
| Treat my switches like my bitches got me dropping that ass, |
| Still bangin' the chronic like doggiestyle came with it, |
| And I roll a sticky on my bitch back while I hit it, |
| I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that, |
| 5 million records on 1 plaque I hung that, |
| Still got Dr. Dre low ridin' in the 64', |
| When you see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast. |
| My heart beat for the Westcoast, |
| We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, |
| We low ridin' in the Westcoast, |
| So im’a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. |
| My heart beat for the Westcoast, |
| We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, |
| Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, |
| You should take a trip and visit the West coast. |
| Check game, im’a show you how to bang, |
| Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game, |
| All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang, |
| A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring, |
| I’m in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back, |
| My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack, |
| Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that, |
| Whatever you send it’s my nugga, we gonna send it back |
| I’m in the club, with the snub, getting' love, |
| with 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods, |
| And we don’t give a fuck about none of ya’ll, |
| And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg, |
| I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched, |
| Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back, |
| What I look like the mudafukin Police, |
| It’s certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets, |
| Especially when it comes to this Cali shit, |
| And I ain’t talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch, |
| Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip, |
| On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast. |
| My heart beat for the Westcoast, |
| We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, |
| We low ridin' in the Westcoast, |
| So im’a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. |
| My heart beat for the Westcoast, |
| We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, |
| Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, |
| You should take a trip and visit the West coast. |
| Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain’t fucking with the red rag niggas, |
| On the Westcoast (Fuck you mean), |
| shit from what I seen, red and blue can make green, |
| Black wallstreet and X-o-leen, |
| Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence, |
| Violence breeds enemies more permanent silence, |
| California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up, |
| We low ridin' together (YEAH!) |
| Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse’s B’s and C’s represent your letter, |
| Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss, |
| We gangster at all costs, ya’ll niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off, |
| For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off, |
| This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough) |
| Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang, |
| Bang the coast my nigga. |
| My heart beat for the Westcoast, |
| We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, |
| We low ridin' in the Westcoast, |
| So im’a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. |
| My heart beat for the Westcoast, |
| We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, |
| Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, |
| You should take a trip and visit the West coast |