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(feat. 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, E-40, Jayo Felony, Kurupt, Ma) [Intro:] Welcome to California Remix [echo] [Verse 1: Mack 10] Uh Westcoast Mack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homies, look... See I was raised at the gutter And no matter what happened I got that raw cane & water I ain't dependin' on rappin' And I ain't wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin I grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start clappin And I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on it Gettin' that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it Mack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shine And most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine [Verse 2: Jayo Felony] Man, I'm quick to tell a killer that I'm iller than he is See, and I'm a G since it's me and my peeps, please Look I'm the quickest no stitches, hit switches And I love these witches that be gobblin' snobbishness We takin' wrist watches, we be plottin' on change main Letras de cancionesWhy did I hit you up? Homie this is the gang thang Can't hang with us gorillas, main, you just an orangutan Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN! [Verse 3: Sly Boogy] Right, aight, hold up, trip (ha ha!) Me and my niggaz came to blow up shit (yeah) And show these niggaz how to flow that spit (yeah) And quit actin' like some hoe-ass tricks (Sly Boogy) Fool, you know who the hell it is (yeah) I'm clickin' up wit all my cousins and relatives And you could roll wit us and rep yo block And we could show these motherfuckers how the West Coast rock So come on [Hook: Butch Cassidy] Everybody all around the world (yeah) All the little baby boys and girls (alright) Can't sleep cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California All the seeds all across the globe People comin' from coast to coast For the show cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California [Verse 4: E-40] Talk to me, I talk back, ain't no need to explain Y'all know my name Y'all know who this is rappin' over this steel trap Y'all know it's the man wit the slang Use no pedal when pushin' that cane Everything that I ever sold in the street it was top grade Magazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venom Every rapper got a little E-40 up in em Every rapper off the heezy fo sheezy I thought you plot 'em wit Jigga down For shit got down [Verse 5: Kurupt] Switches, bitches, chrome deep dishes Impalas, pop collars and pop collar bones It's California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on ya Cologne, you California I'm Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truck Not to give a fuck, Kurupt 86 gang bang, World War 3 Thunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali California nigga! [HOOK] [Verse 6: Crooked I] The women hop in the whip They love the way the speakers be subbin' in eight places I represent Cali like Governor Gray Davis On roller coaster rims, I own my own company pal I'm slangin' spinners, how you lovin' me now In L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior high He's Sly Boogy, I'm Crooked I and we ride - you know? And I'm Death Row, heartless and lethal You seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel Yeeah [Verse 7: Roscoe] Blaze up the sticky dro, raise up the '64 Sittin' low at the liquor store He's better than generous, inconsiderate On a shwe wit a cigarette You know that nigga Young Roscoe rollin' in the Cadillac rag on these (on these) I got my Khakillac saggin' wit the crease And everybody wanna know like, "what's up wit Sco?" It's Y.A. Killafornia! [Verse 8: 2Pac] Know for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me And nah it ain't the drugs, it's the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' niggaz have it I been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers And catch a, catch a nigga worldwide A fucking Mob Figga, West Coast who ride [HOOK] [Outro:] We hope you have enjoyed your stay [echo] Think about this stuff [echo] From Letras Mania