Snoop Dogg - We Rest In Cali lyrics

My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces Drink till you drop, motherf**er cop Old English, 800 on the block, Way before sane eyes came to the spot n***as used to hang out, and do the pop lot And if we got into some sh**, we never pop shots We walk, scrap whatever he was And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause We keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bug We do a house party, what the f** is a club And S.A. they sold most of the d** Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money, yeah And we do no ride, represented and talk Nope, nope, not I, that's the code In every hood, that you roam Fastest way to catch a hot slug and you don't OG, the pace I call home, black lack like that and you're sitting on chrome Black and back strapping like antennas way up on a rat trying to set a new trap Swinging the track, dripping curl juice in your back Breaking hearts like Roger is out, motherf**er Back in the days, keepin' and keepin' Gettin' high with your friends and smokin' the reefer The bad is in town Some say we the next generation, but we lack education Grace the awards drinking mad dog 20/20 Silver satin, blue ? I got my lopes on, selling through my neighborhood Catch you slipping on them bricks, that ain't no good Front no kicker, Glocks spitter Black and gold flack across my face when I get you Three women tipping, turning up the alpine sure I'm fakin' something while I listen to the grape vine Got a blue pits all by the front door, East side rip rod and gang banging all I know Heartbreak hotel hush puppy neck kicker I grew upon on that crazy one five n******g If you elope from my block then hop some And I ain't talking 'bout no peel n******g block Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone Fourteen years old had to bring the sh** home My sugar bear show me how to bag it up Look at the block now n******g it's sold up I ain't playing with ya old grand poobahs South of rhyme don't make things with no cuss Now take a picture of this eight ball sipper Look down at my shoes blue strains Goldie Loc keep this motherf**er crackin' like it The only thing I wanna hear is bang bang rappa Some say we the next generation, but we lack education Hanging with the crew of devastation Yeah but we one nation ball Tally ho and away we go, see you next week with a brand new show When we f** around it ain't nothing consensual You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials Now I'm in the street, cause I lost my sheet But now I know where to find it Now how cool is called when you're trying to compete Standing next to me son, you better take a seat Can't none of you customers funk like me You better check with Snoop Doggy Why oh why do I think like that If I am with the dog then you must be a cat Now tally ho and away we go, see you next week with a brand new show I want the funk I want that OG There's a party going on in my head While I think about the blood that we shed Them party, oh get up playa play There's a party going on up in here Back in the day, of the keeper and the keeper Gettin' high with your friends and smokin' the reefer And pound fro pound we were the baddest in town You just had to get up for the endo Some say we the next generation, but we lack education Yeah but we won nation ball Hanging with the snoopatronics bobble