[Intro: Mac Dre]
Yo, Khayree, man (C-California)
(C-California)
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
This California lifestyle that I live
Zeus amps, Zap' board, highs and mids
Woofers in the truck straight slammin'
Strikin' through the neighborhood jammin'
Where you could drop the top, or blow the brains
Hit in the intersection and do some things
Passin' up folks with a gang of yolks
Smooth, thick legs, no pantyhose
Silky perms and dookie braids
Brothers with curls, some with fades
House parties rock, way past three
Players straight sip on Hennessy
High-speed chases, Chevy races
Having sex in the strangest places
Nike shoes, Levi's jeans
Triple gold Daytons and straight-laced Zeens
Some on vocals, somе only leads
Brothers like mе rap to the beat
Dual exhaust, candy paint
Fat bank and gang a dank
Never on time, always late
On the Bay Bridge or the Golden Gate
If you wanna live on the best coast
You better try to move to the West Coast (C-California)
Where 'Life is Too $hort' and 'The Game is Thick'
Home of The Mac and the 'Groupie Ol' Chick'
Where brothers stay on the savage grind
Kick with a freak when they find the time
The C-A-L-I-F-O-R, N-I-A rap superstar
Dose for dose, I love to spit it
And for the dank, I love to hit it
Hold it in, so it can choke me
And when I get dank, it will provoke me
To bust a rhyme, through the mic
A West Coast rap, the kind you like
From V-A-double L-E-J-O
Where makin' dope raps is all I know
Wake up in the morning, eat some grits
Hit the studio, make some hits
Now that you've been told about
Watch you rap fans get sold about
One million copies or even more
I'm pumpin' dope rhymes to the record store
Yeah fool, you hear me spittin'
Tellin' you about that California livin'
Yo, Khayree, man (C-California)
(C-California)
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
This California lifestyle that I live
Zeus amps, Zap' board, highs and mids
Woofers in the truck straight slammin'
Strikin' through the neighborhood jammin'
Where you could drop the top, or blow the brains
Hit in the intersection and do some things
Passin' up folks with a gang of yolks
Smooth, thick legs, no pantyhose
Silky perms and dookie braids
Brothers with curls, some with fades
House parties rock, way past three
Players straight sip on Hennessy
High-speed chases, Chevy races
Having sex in the strangest places
Nike shoes, Levi's jeans
Triple gold Daytons and straight-laced Zeens
Some on vocals, somе only leads
Brothers like mе rap to the beat
Dual exhaust, candy paint
Fat bank and gang a dank
Never on time, always late
On the Bay Bridge or the Golden Gate
If you wanna live on the best coast
You better try to move to the West Coast (C-California)
Where 'Life is Too $hort' and 'The Game is Thick'
Home of The Mac and the 'Groupie Ol' Chick'
Where brothers stay on the savage grind
Kick with a freak when they find the time
The C-A-L-I-F-O-R, N-I-A rap superstar
Dose for dose, I love to spit it
And for the dank, I love to hit it
Hold it in, so it can choke me
And when I get dank, it will provoke me
To bust a rhyme, through the mic
A West Coast rap, the kind you like
From V-A-double L-E-J-O
Where makin' dope raps is all I know
Wake up in the morning, eat some grits
Hit the studio, make some hits
Now that you've been told about
Watch you rap fans get sold about
One million copies or even more
I'm pumpin' dope rhymes to the record store
Yeah fool, you hear me spittin'
Tellin' you about that California livin'
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