Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west,
A state that’s untouchable like Elliot Ness.
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest.
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex.
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat,
The state where ya never find a dancefloor empty,
And pimps be on a mission for them greens.
Lean mean money making machines, servin fiends.
I’ve been in the game for ten years making rap tunes,
Ever since honeys was wearing sassons.
Now its ’95 and they clock and watch me.
Lookin’ like I robbed Liberace.
Its all good from Diego to the Bay.
Your city is the bomb if your city making pay (uh)
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way.
Dre putting it down for Californi-yeah… California (california), knows how to party (knows how to party)
California (west coast), know how to party… (That’s right)
In the city (city) of LA, city of LA…
In the city of good old Watts, good old Watts…
In the city, city of Compton (city of Compton)…
We keep it rockin’, (keep it rockin’) We keep it rockin’… Yeah, yow make it shake, come on…
Shake it, shake it baby.
Shake, shake it, (shake it baby)
Shake, shake it Mama.
Shake it Cali.
Shake it Cali…
Shake, shake it baby…
juni 23, 2011 at 09:40
Fine bilder! Savner California 🙂
juni 27, 2011 at 19:30
Takk! California blir ALDRI feil 🙂