trip and visit the West coast. {Verse 2- Snoop Dogg} Check game, im'a show you how to bang, Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game, All the
Man, I need to get me one of those long hair half braids, california girls.. [Chorus] California girls (I cant forget about the) Middwest ladies, down
to this man (he takin em back) I'm a get high tonight (man 40 takin em back) Get so drunk I wanna fight (40 takin em back) West west California, killas
my team, that'll get with you for a price In less than 24 hours, your body'll be on ice This dirty game ain't nothing nice, don't let it jack knife own
Dosia Anxious to pop, thinkin' of 'Pac Why did nobody drop? Who got it locked? In Y Cal... California took a bow Now New York turnin' the game with our
Don Trump Comin' wit the slump So original head bustas Makin' moves from the junk Mashin' niggas [???] We stay loaded, fully loaded Let the game be noted
you'll look the same when you play the game so change your ways and change your face you'll look the same when you play the game so change your ways
bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You
boppin' off HAHA, I hit 'em up [Outro: 2Pac] Empty clips, set trip You know what time it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california
thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel
twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime
California love! [1]-California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In
riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love yeah Chorus -- Roger Troutman California...knows how to party. (Yeah) California
(Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn [Verse One: 2Pac] Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another sunny day in California
blown Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag How many niggaz wanna be me? Game
runnin up the hill. Lookin for a better way. My brothas and sistas it's time to bail Cuz even thug niggas pray. Hopin God hear me. I entered the game
Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin
me was the penitentiary Still Ballin' Ridin' on these niggaz cause the lame In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on
