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California
California
In the city of L.A,
in the city, the city of Compton:
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild West,
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest.
We in the sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be —
And pimps be on a mission for them greens:
I been in the game for 10 years makin' rap tunes —
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me,
It's all good, from Diego to the Bay.
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way.
California
California
In the city of L.A.,
in the city, the city of Compton:
Out on bail, fresh outta jail and California dreamin'.
Fiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player —
Only in Cali when we riot not rally to live and die,
Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do.
Famous because we throw grands
Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam (it's Westside)
Say what you say, but gimme that bomb beat from Dre.
from Oakland to Sac-Town,
Cali is where they put they mack down —
California
California
In the city of L.A,
in the city, the city of Compton:
South Central.
Now make it shake. Shake it baby.
Uh-huh, West Coast.
Oak Town —
Frisco, Frisco —
Pasadena, where you at?
Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby.
Throw it up, ya'll. Throw it up, throw it uuuuuup,
Let's show these fools how we do it on the West side.
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