[Chorus x2: Mr. Dancing, smoking, Slowly Another Cali Dancing, smoking, Slowly Another weekend
The nerve of the trick, the of the trick The nerve of the trick, the of the trick The nerve of the trick, I swerve with the Calicos, out to Moe's, imperial faness Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to rock make something bounce high as the moon Coast with the homies, roll through, do I do
[Mr. In the coast the best roam, you'll get your chest blown Killa Kali be so you throw a vest on We on in blue'd up flashing signs For the 213 and 619 we Westside grind, Killa Kali the state All day, all night, choking the tray Bombay cascades, gangster stepping through shots tell me what's hot and what's not
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Now my weekends are similar but the same Me and the homies particular, we getting the brain the game, call a chick out her name And I'm hitting the thang I be like ripping the frame See I'm a pimp in the game, is the name Me and the smoking, the West Coast ain't changed Don't trip, we the shit, me and my all riders Quick to scoop main chick and go and pull an all-nighter Posted up at the towers Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne after Ladies offer powder, players offer Money and the power, making dollar deals Got the house on the Hit the clubs bouncing on chrome Hop out with that thug the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali 'cause my G's is starving hard up, in the alley Who you hating on homey, better turn slowly Blinking, start flashing, what this fool Too much smoking, nah, too drinking Nah, just another, another, Cali weekend
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Out we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it's simple make a few 'cause together it multiplies the multitude ripple The to stabilize the Cripple, Valentinos Orange Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and Chino dipping banging, Shalamar High priced lizards off blocks of Eating on something like and chips I can't with, and this is something you just can't fuck with up Shadow
[Mr. We minded fools With shaved heads, baggy clothes and No excuse, we all riders, g'd up is how you'll find us homiciders We're chart climbers, ain't no with us Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the Kurupt, now what's up
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