[VERSE 1: Mac Dre]
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This California lifestyle that I live
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Zeus amps, Zap' board, highs and mids
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Woofers in the trunk straight slammin
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Strikin through the neighborhood jammin
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Where you can drop the top, or blow the brains
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Hit the intersection and do some thangs
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Passin up freaks with a gang of 'Yo!'s
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Smooth thick legs, no panty hose
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Silky perms and dookie braids
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Brothers with curls, some with bangs
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House parties rock way past 3
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Players straight sip on Hennessy
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High-speed chases, Chevy races
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Havin sex in the strangest places
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Nikey shoes, Levi jeans
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Triple gold Daytons and straight laced Zeniths
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Some on Vogues, some on Elites
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Brothers like me rap to the beat
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Dual exhaust, candy paint
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Fat bank and a gang a dank
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Never on time, always late
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On the Bay Bridge or the Golden Gate
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If you wanna live on the best coast
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You better try to move to the West Coast
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Where Life Is Too Short and The Game Is Thick
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Home of The Mack and the Groupie Ol' Chick
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Where brothers stay on the savage grind
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Kick with a freak when they find the time
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The C-a-l-i-f-o-r-n-i-a rap superstar
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Dose for dose, I love to spit it
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And for the dank, I love to hit it
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Hold it in, so it can choke me
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And when I get dank, it will provoke me
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To bust a rhyme, through the mic
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A West Coast rap, the kind you like
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I'm from the V-a-double l-e-j-o
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Where makin dope raps is all I know
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Wake up in the mornin, eat some grits
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Hit the studio, make some hits
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Now that you been told about
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Watch you rap fans get sold about
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One million copies, or even more
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I'm pumpin dope rhymes to the record store
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Yeah fool, you hear me spittin
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Tellin you about that California livin
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[VERSE 2: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg]
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Kickin it tough everyday, tryina make it through
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Stackin a bank, pullin women and I take it you
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Would wanna be down with this California lifestyle
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Ruthless as a child, now I play the wild
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In the streets of California you better be packin
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And watch your back, due to the fact they jackin
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The wind breeze blowin through the trees
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And I'm still gettin tacked at a hundred degrees
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Side so hard on the avenue
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From L.A. to the Bay brothers stay comin through
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In Benzes, Porsches, Fives and thangs
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Drop coupes, lift Chev's and whipped up 'Stangs
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Gold Daytons and Vogues, candy paint in the kit
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Fifth wheel, gold grill, boy I'm talkin 'bout [?]
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Some of the baddest females ever seen
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Straight California snakes, I'll be your green
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In the Golden State, livin way too real, fool
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And if you're soft, you best be cool
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To the double R all my time is given
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Coolio and Mac Dre, California livin
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[VERSE 3: Mac Dre]
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California livin it up, girls be givin it up
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Kickin back on the track with some heem in your cup
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It's a twelve-month party
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So when you see me on stage with Lott and Marty
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Get out your seat and feel the beat
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And peel a freak and don't stop till Cee's killed the beat
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On the California coast we pop the most
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And dose for dose we spit the dough
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On the W-e-s-t C-o-a-s-t
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It's young Mac Dre from the C-r-e-s-t
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Down and dirty, doin things that only players can do
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Straight California livin is what I'm sayin to you
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Ridin, sidin, whippin, dippin
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24/7 a brother ain't trippin
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Mac Dre, the one you like to listen to
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Nationwide and now I'm fins'to
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Put a little slang in the rap game
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And come up strong for The Mac, mane
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California Livin'
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Mac Dre |