Ah yeah, this is Mac Dre back in your face
(California)
I got my homeboy Coolie in the place
(California)
Kick back, let us tell you about....
This California lifestyle that I live
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Woofers in the truck straight slammin'
Strike it through the neighborhood jammin'
Where you could drop the top, or blow the brains
Hit in the intersection and do some things
Pa**in' up folks with a gang of yolks
Smooth, thick legs, no pantyhose
Silky perms and dookie braids
Brothers with curls, some with bangs
Have parties rock, way past three
Players straight sip on Hennessey
High street chasers, Chevy racers
Having s** in the strangest places
Nike shoes, Levi's jeans
Triple gold Daytons and ------------
Some on vocals, some on leads
Brothers like me rap to the beat
Dual exhaust, candy paint
Fat bank and gang a dank
Never on time, always late
On the Bay Bridge or the Golden Gate
If you wanna live on the best coast
You better try to move to the west coast
Well, life is too short and the game is thick
Home of the Mac, and group of your chicks
Where brothers stay on the savage grind
Kids with the freak when they find the time
The C-A-L-I-F-O-R ... N-I-A rap superstar
Dose for dose, I love to spit
And for the dank, I love to hit it
Hold me in, so it can choke me
When I get dank, it will provoke me
Just bust a rhyme, do the mike
A west coast rap, the kind you like
From V-A-double L-E-J-O
Well, makin' dope raps is all I know
Wake up in the morning, eat some grits
Hit the studio, make some hits
Now that you've been told about
What you rap fans get sold about
One million copies, or even more
I'm pumpin' dope rhymes to the record store
Yeah fool, you hear me spittin'
Tellin' you about that California livin'
(California livin')
(California livin')
Mac Dre: oh yeah, I got my friend Coolie in the house...
He's gonna bust one
Coolie: yeah, what time they allow C-double O-L on this microphone? goes like this...
Kickin' it up everyday, tryin' to make it through
Stackin' a bank, pullin' women and I'll take two
You wanna be down with this California lifestyle
Proof is with the child, now livin' wild
In the streets of California you better be packin'
Now watch your back, into the back is jackin'
The wind breeze, blowin' through the trees
And I'm still gettin' attacked at a hundred degrees
Sings so hard on the avenue
From L.A. to the Bay, brothers stay comin' through
And Benzes, Porsches, Fives, and things
Dropped cool -------, whipped up things
Gold chains and bowls, candy paint and the kitty
-------, talk about lips
Some of the best females ever seen
Straight California skanks, out for your dreams
In the gold state, livin' way too real, fool
And if you soft, you best be cool
To the double R, all my time is gettin'
Coolie on Mac Dre, California livin'
(California livin')
(California livin')
(California livin')
(California livin')
Coolie: ah yeah, Mac Dre, we're smokin' california livin' on 'em
(California livin')
What's up my rap gangs?
(California livin')
Ah yeah, that's dope
Check it out, let's put a little somethin' like this...
Somethin' like this, check it out...
1-2-3-(3) California livin' it up
Girls be givin' it up
Kickin' back on the track
With a some Hen. in your cup
It's a twelve month party
So when you see me on stage with Lat and Marty
Get out your seat and feel the beat
Peel the freak and don't stop 'til seas k**s the feet
On the California coast we pop the most
And dose for dose let's spit the dough
On the w-e-s-t c-o-a-s-t
It's young Mac Dre from the c-r-e-s-t
Down and dirty, doin' things
Only players can do
Straight California livin' is what I'm sayin' to you
Ridin', sidin', whipin', dippin'
24/7 the brotha ain't trippin'
Mac Dre, the one you like to listen to
Nationwide and now I'm offensive, too
Put a little swing in the rap game
And come up strong for the Mac man
(Mac Dre boy)
(for the Mac man)
(Mac - Mac)
(for the Mac man)
(Mac Dre boy