[Chorus x2: Mr. Dancing, smoking, blinking Another weekend Dancing, smoking, blinking Another Cali
The nerve of the trick, the of the trick The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the The nerve of the trick, I swerve the trick Calicos, out to Moe's, imperial faness left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick rock I'ma make something high as the moon Coast with the homies, roll through, do I do
[Mr. In the where the best roam, you'll get your chest blown Killa Kali be so you throw a vest on We step on in up flashing signs For the 213 and 619 we Westside grind, Killa Kali the state All day, all night, smoking the tray Bombay cascades, gangster stepping blocks Common shots me what's hot and what's not
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Now my weekends are but never the same Me and the homies particular, we getting the brain the game, call a chick out her name And when I'm hitting the thang I be like the frame See I'm a pimp in the game, Cisco is the Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast ain't Don't trip, we the shit, me and my clique all Quick to scoop your main chick and go and pull an Posted up at the twin the Bay, popping champagne after hours Ladies offer powder, players offer Money and the power, making million deals Got the house on the Hit the clubs bouncing on wheels Hop out that thug appeal Blow the bar up, keep guard up in Cali my G's is starving hard up, waiting in the alley Who you hating on homey, better around slowly Blinking, flashing, what this fool thinking Too much smoking, nah, too drinking Nah, just another, another, Cali weekend
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Out here we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, simple They make a few 'cause together it multiplies the ripple The sides to stabilize the Cripple, Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, and Chino Ladies dipping banging, High lizards off blocks of calamari Eating on something like fish and I can't with, and this is something you just can't fuck with What's up
[Mr. We minded fools With shaved heads, baggy and tattooes No excuse, we all riders, g'd up is how you'll find us homiciders We're chart climbers, ain't no messing us Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the Kurupt, now what's up
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