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