Now this is classy stuff. [1]-California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! [Verse One: Dr. Dre] Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb nice person hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a [repeat 1] [2]-Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... [Verse Two: 2Pac] Out on bail fresh out of jail, California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol the life of a west side playa where cowards die and its all ball Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! [rpt 1] [dre] now make it shake... [rpt 2] [Outro: Dre, 2Pac] uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko [Tupac] hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadena, where you at yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good (Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love
Yeah, Hicam, puzzled here too. Can't really picture Bigmahma listening to rap. Maybe some Johnny Cash: Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I run too slow they overtook me down in Juarez Mexico Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down Said yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee if you've got the warrant just aread it to me Shot her down because she made me slow I thought I was her daddy but she had five more When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and they took me back Had no friend for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line Talked and he coughed as he cleared his throat He said come on you dirty heck into that district court Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about In about five minutes in walked the man holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered Lordy Lordy have a mercy on me The judge he smiled as he picked up his pin 99 years in the Folsom pen 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come on you've gotta listen unto me lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be