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the game - california vacation lyrics

“california vacation”

[verse 1- the game]
get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up n-gg-,
sipping on gin and juice fill up your cups n-gg-,
the westcoast back crackin’ like it’s 94′,
so b-tch get on your knees and give me head like it’s 94′,
and don’t come up for air ’til the beat drop,
i’m the doctors advocate call it a sneak peak,
at the mudaf-kn detox, take note grab a pen,
and let the world know the west is ridin’ again,
i graduated from dre’s school top of my cl-ss,
treat my switches like my b-tches got me dropping that -ss,
still bangin’ the chronic like doggiestyle came with it,
and i roll a sticky on my b-tch back while i hit it,
i done been there, done that, had beefs and won that,
5 million records on 1 plaque i hung that,
still got dr. dre low ridin’ in the 64′,
when you see us, throw it up for the f-kin’ westcoast.

[chorus]
my heart beat for the westcoast,
we pull the best weed in the westcoast,
we low ridin’ in the westcoast,
so im’a die for the mudaf-kn westcoast.
my heart beat for the westcoast,
we pull the best weed in the westcoast,
still low ridin’ in the westcoast,
you should take a 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 time neph’ i gotta let my nuts hang,
a chest full of chains a left han’ wit’ a pinky ring,
i’m in a steeler caps, swisha sweets peel em back,
my lil’ hood rat, baby got that mini mack,
baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that,
whatever you send it’s my nugga, we gonna send it back
i’m in the club, with the snub, getting’ love,
with 20 thousand crips and 20 thousand bloods,
and we don’t give a f-ck about none of ya’ll,
and when you hit the city, you better holla at the big dogg,
i done seen n-gg-s h-t la and get dey chain sn-tched,
then they call me up, beggin’ me to get dey chain back,
what i look like the mudaf-kin police,
it’s certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets,
especially when it comes to this cali sh-t,
and i ain’t talkin’ bout hangin’ in the valley b-tch,
gang bang n-gg-s all up in the alley crip,
on some real talk n-gg- we the real westcoast.

[verse 3 – xzibit]
d-mn, i heard blue rag n-gg-s ain’t f-cking with the red rag n-gg-s,
on the westcoast (f-ck you mean),
sh-t from what i seen, red and blue can make green,
black wallstreet and xo-leen,
since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence,
violence breeds enemies more permanent silence,
california alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up,
we low ridin’ together (yeah!)
make the westcoast rise forever, esse’s b’s and c’s represent your letter,
got game the go getter, xzibit the rhyme spitter, snoop dogg the boss,
we gangster at all costs, ya’ll n-gg-s is so soft and p-ss-es so f-ck off,
for one of my n-gg-s draw that hammer and dump off,
this kush you gon’ cough, (cough, cough)
yeah inhale the smoke, bandana hang,
bang the coast my n-gg-.

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