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(feat. 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, Crooked I, E-40, Kurupt, Jayo Felony, Mack 10, Roscoe, Truth Hurts) <br /><br />[Woman + man talking] <br />Welcome to California <br />Remix! Remix! Remix! Remix! Remix! <br /><br />[Mack 10 talking] <br />Uh, West Coast, Mack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homies <br />Look.. <br /><br />[Verse 1: Mack 10] <br />See I was raised at the gutter <br />And no matter what happened I got that raw cane & water <br />I ain't dependin' on rappin' <br />And I ain't wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin' <br />I grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start slappin' <br />And I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on it <br />Gettin' that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it? <br />Mack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shine <br />And most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine <br /><br />[Verse 2: Jayo Felony] <br />Man, I'm quick to tell a killer that I'm iller than he is <br />See, and I'm a G since it's me and my peeps, please <br />Look I'm the quickest no stitches, hit switches <br />And I love these witches that be gobblin' snobbishness <br />We takin' wrist watches, we be plottin' on change main <br />Why did I hit you up? Homie this is the gang thang <br />Can't hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutan <br />Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN! <br /><br />[Verse 3: Sly Boogy] <br />Right, alright, hold up, trip (ha ha!) <br />Me and my niggaz came to blow up shit (yeeah) <br />And show these niggaz how to flow that spit (yeeah) <br />And quit actin' like some hoe-ass tricks (Sly Boogy!) <br />Fool, you know who the hell it is (yeeah) <br />I'm clickin' up wit all my cousins and relatives <br />And you could roll wit us and rep yo' block <br />And we could show these motherfuckers how the West Coast rock! <br />So come on <br /><br />[Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy) <br />Everybody all around the world (yeah) <br />All the little baby boys and girls (alright) <br />Can't sleep cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California! <br />All the seeds all across the globe <br />People comin' from coast to coast <br />For the show cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California! <br /><br />[Verse 4: E-40] <br />Talk to me, I talk back, ain't no need to explain <br />Y'all know my name <br />Y'all know who this is rappin' over this steel trap <br />Y'all know it's the man wit the slang <br />Use no pedal when pushin' that cane <br />Everything that I ever sold in the street it was top grade <br />Magazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venom <br />Every rapper got a little E-40 up in em <br />Every rapper off the heezy fo' sheezy <br />I thought you plot em wit Jigga down <br />For shit got down <br /><br />[Verse 5: Kurupt] <br />Switches, bitches, chrome deep dishes <br />Impalas, pop collars and pop collar bones <br />It's California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on ya <br />Cologne, you California <br />I'm Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truck <br />Not to give a fuck, Kurupt <br />86 gang bang, World War III <br />Thunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali <br />California nigga! <br /><br />[Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy) <br /><br />[Verse 6: Crooked I] <br />The women hop in the whip <br />They love the way the speakers be subbin' in eight places <br />I represent Cali like Governor Gray Davis <br />On roller coaster rims, I own my own company pal <br />I'm slangin' spinners, how you lovin' me now <br />In L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior high <br />He's Sly, I'm Crooked I and we ride - you know?! <br />And I'm Death Row, heartless and lethal <br />You seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel <br />Yeeah <br /><br />[Verse 7: Roscoe] <br />Blaze up the sticky dro, raise up the '64 <br />Sittin' low at the liquor store <br />He's better than generous, inconsiderate <br />On a shwe wit a cigarette <br />You know that nigga Young Roscoe rollin' in the Cadillac <br />rag on these (on these) <br />I got my Khakillac (Khakis) saggin' wit the crease <br />And everybody wanna know like, "what's up wit Sco?" <br />It's Y.A. Killafornia! <br /><br />[Verse 8: 2Pac] <br />Know for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me <br />And nah it ain't the drugs, it's the straight thug nigga in me <br />I swoop down and cause havoc <br />My rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' niggaz have it <br />I been labelled as a thug nigga <br />Since they don't sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers <br />And catch a, catch a nigga worldwide <br />A fucking Mob Figga, West Coast who ride! <br /><br />[Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy) <br /><br />[Woman + man talking] <br />We hope you have enjoyed your stay (stay, stay
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(feat. 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, Crooked I, E-40, Kurupt, Jayo Felony, Mack 10, Roscoe, Truth Hurts) <br /><br />[Woman + man talking] <br />Welcome to California <br />Remix! Remix! Remix! Remix! Remix! <br /><br />[Mack 10 talking] <br />Uh, West Coast, Mack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homies <br />Look.. <br /><br />[Verse 1: Mack 10] <br />See I was raised at the gutter <br />And no matter what happened I got that raw cane & water <br />I ain't dependin' on rappin' <br />And I ain't wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin' <br />I grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start slappin' <br />And I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on it <br />Gettin' that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it? <br />Mack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shine <br />And most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine <br /><br />[Verse 2: Jayo Felony] <br />Man, I'm quick to tell a killer that I'm iller than he is <br />See, and I'm a G since it's me and my peeps, please <br />Look I'm the quickest no stitches, hit switches <br />And I love these witches that be gobblin' snobbishness <br />We takin' wrist watches, we be plottin' on change main <br />Why did I hit you up? Homie this is the gang thang <br />Can't hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutan <br />Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN! <br /><br />[Verse 3: Sly Boogy] <br />Right, alright, hold up, trip (ha ha!) <br />Me and my niggaz came to blow up shit (yeeah) <br />And show these niggaz how to flow that spit (yeeah) <br />And quit actin' like some hoe-ass tricks (Sly Boogy!) <br />Fool, you know who the hell it is (yeeah) <br />I'm clickin' up wit all my cousins and relatives <br />And you could roll wit us and rep yo' block <br />And we could show these motherfuckers how the West Coast rock! <br />So come on <br /><br />[Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy) <br />Everybody all around the world (yeah) <br />All the little baby boys and girls (alright) <br />Can't sleep cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California! <br />All the seeds all across the globe <br />People comin' from coast to coast <br />For the show cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California! <br /><br />[Verse 4: E-40] <br />Talk to me, I talk back, ain't no need to explain <br />Y'all know my name <br />Y'all know who this is rappin' over this steel trap <br />Y'all know it's the man wit the slang <br />Use no pedal when pushin' that cane <br />Everything that I ever sold in the street it was top grade <br />Magazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venom <br />Every rapper got a little E-40 up in em <br />Every rapper off the heezy fo' sheezy <br />I thought you plot em wit Jigga down <br />For shit got down <br /><br />[Verse 5: Kurupt] <br />Switches, bitches, chrome deep dishes <br />Impalas, pop collars and pop collar bones <br />It's California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on ya <br />Cologne, you California <br />I'm Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truck <br />Not to give a fuck, Kurupt <br />86 gang bang, World War III <br />Thunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali <br />California nigga! <br /><br />[Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy) <br /><br />[Verse 6: Crooked I] <br />The women hop in the whip <br />They love the way the speakers be subbin' in eight places <br />I represent Cali like Governor Gray Davis <br />On roller coaster rims, I own my own company pal <br />I'm slangin' spinners, how you lovin' me now <br />In L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior high <br />He's Sly, I'm Crooked I and we ride - you know?! <br />And I'm Death Row, heartless and lethal <br />You seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel <br />Yeeah <br /><br />[Verse 7: Roscoe] <br />Blaze up the sticky dro, raise up the '64 <br />Sittin' low at the liquor store <br />He's better than generous, inconsiderate <br />On a shwe wit a cigarette <br />You know that nigga Young Roscoe rollin' in the Cadillac <br />rag on these (on these) <br />I got my Khakillac (Khakis) saggin' wit the crease <br />And everybody wanna know like, "what's up wit Sco?" <br />It's Y.A. Killafornia! <br /><br />[Verse 8: 2Pac] <br />Know for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me <br />And nah it ain't the drugs, it's the straight thug nigga in me <br />I swoop down and cause havoc <br />My rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' niggaz have it <br />I been labelled as a thug nigga <br />Since they don't sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers <br />And catch a, catch a nigga worldwide <br />A fucking Mob Figga, West Coast who ride! <br /><br />[Chorus: Butch Cassidy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy) <br /><br />[Woman + man talking] <br />We hope you have enjoyed your stay (stay, stay
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