(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

Why 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]