THE GAME - CALIFORNIA VACATION LYRICS

Writer(s): ROTEM, JONATHAN / TAYLOR, JAYCEON / BROADUS, CALVIN / JOINER, ALVIN
Artist: The Game Lyrics
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[Verse 1: The Game]
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up *****,
Sipping on Gin and Juice fill up your cups *****,
The West-coast back crackin' like it's 94',
So ***** get on your knees and give me head like it's 94',
And don't come up for air till the beat drop,
I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak,
At the **********ing 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 class,
Treat my switches like my *****es got me dropping that ***,
Still bangin' the chronic like doggystyle came with it,
And I roll a sticky on my ***** 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 ****in' West-coast.

[Chorus]
My heart beat for the West-coast,
We pull the best weed in the West-coast,
We low ridin' in the West-coast,
So I'ma die for the **********ing West-coast.
My heart beat for the West-coast,
We pull the best weed in the West-coast,
Still low ridin' in the West-coast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Check game, I'ma 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 hand wit' a pinky ring,
I'm in a Steeler cap, 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 **** about none of ya'll,
And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg,
I done seen *****s hit LA and get dey chain snatched,
Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back,
What I look like the mudafukin Police,
It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets,
Especially when it comes to this Cali ****,
And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley *****,
Gang bang *****s all up in the alley Crip,
On some real talk ***** we the real West-coast.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Xzibit]
Damn, I heard blue rag *****s ain't ****ing with the red rag *****s,
On the West-coast (**** you mean),
**** from what I seen, red and blue can make green,
Black wall street and X-o-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 West-coast 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 *****s is so soft and pussies so **** off,
For one of my *****s draw that hammer and dump off,
This kush you goin' cough, (cough, Cough)
Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandanna hang,
Bang the coast my *****.

[Chorus]

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