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
ready. Money call me all day No Cellie. In Tha Back sit Straight Freak No Tellin.(Come On) Beat Beat, Skit Skit, No Ying Yang. Best Throat, West Coast, I Been Game
a go girl California face with a down south rump California face with a down south rump California face with a down south rump Ba, ba, baby girl scrumptious, uh uh she dumb California
I like to watch her move slow} But don't stop Make the body rock Rock-rock-rock, rock [Verse 1: Paul Wall {Paul Wall slowed down}] Peep game, that girl
Da swagger is in his genes he was born fly Dem philly bitches say da ball keep da jaw fly Da reggie kush outta southern california Lalalalala Laalaaalaa
moving like a Californian Word to proposition 19 in California I go from 0-60, a couple seconds She go from sober to tipsy and gettin' naked Me and Game
down 'Member Motown had a brotha' happy as shit I mean the whole sound Bangin' and catch six-four since we was shorties Fee owes now rebooked from California
slow down 'Member Motown had a brotha' happy as shit I mean the whole sound Bangin' and catch six-four since we was shorties Fee owes now rebooked from California
some Tanqueray Remember spectating til they picked the kid to play the game Now I'm an allstar, blasted out the ballpark In my Lamborghini speeding, you a golf cart California
Tell The Whole World I Know Ya Tired Of The Same Old Song Girl I Sat At Home And Watched Game Bring The West Back I Told Him To Put Half Of California
[feat. Akon] [Akon:] Testing one, two, three... Akon and YB... [Verse 1: Ya Boy] Lock down time to make my block proud California own twenty four I
m a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya I wake up every day with the same plans She's on my mind and there's no other game plan I'm always with her
is cold, I'll bust your nose I steal your soul, with what the reaper done sold Hotter than lava rocks, nigga hotter than cold I chew the game up, like
bumping my song Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone Will I journey on, will I journey on My journey was swift and thick Came up in the game,
tank, and every thought be bout bank I'ma be T from the S.U.C., pay dues got stripes that be ranks That boy G-R-A-C-E, 3rd Coast born caught off game
seed Only 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,
