| California love
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| California knows how to party
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| California knows how to party
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| In the city of L. A
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| In the city of good ol' Watts
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| In the city, the city of Compton
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| We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
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| Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
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| A state that’s untouchable like Eliot Ness
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| The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
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| Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
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| We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be
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| The state where you never find a dance floor empty
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| And pimps be on a mission for them greens
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| Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends
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| I been in the game for 10 years makin' rap tunes
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| Ever since honeys was wearin' Sassoon
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| Now it’s '95 and they clock me and watch me
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| Diamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace
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| It’s all good, from Diego to the Bay
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| Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay
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| Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
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| Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a
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| California knows how to party
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| California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
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| In the city of L. A
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| In the city of good ol' Watts
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| In the city, the city of Compton
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| We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
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| Shake, shake it, baby
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| Shake, shake it, mama
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| Shake it, Cali
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| Shake it, shake it, baby
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| Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
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| Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin'
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| Soon as I step on the scene, I’m hearin' hoochies screamin'
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| Fiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player
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| Where cowards die and the strong ball
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| Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die
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| In L.A. we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (yeah, that’s right)
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| Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do
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| Flossin' but have caution: we collide with other crews
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| Famous because we throw grams
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| Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
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| Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam
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| It’s Westside, so you know the Row won’t bow down to no man
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| Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre
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| Let me serenade the streets of L. A
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| From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down
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| Cali is where they put their mack down; |
| give me love!
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| California knows how to party
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| California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
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| In the city of L. A
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| In the city of good ol' Watts
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| In the city, the city of Compton
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| We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
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| South Central
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| Uh, that’s right
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| Now make it shake
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| Shake, shake it, baby
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| Shake, shake it, mama
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| Shake it, Cali
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| Shake it, shake it, baby
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| Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
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| Shake it, Cali
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| Uh, uh, West Coast
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| Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house
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| Uh, yeah, Oaktown
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| Oakland definitely in the house
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| Frisco, Frisco
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| And you know L.A. up in here
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| Pasadena, where you at?
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| Yeah, Inglewood
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| Inglewood always up to no good
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| Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby
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| Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?
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| Throw it up, y’all! |
| Throw it up, throw it up!
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| I can’t see ya
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| Let’s show these fools how we do it over on this Westside
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| 'Cause you and I know it’s the best side
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| West Coast, West Coast |