Mac Dre - California Livin' (instrumental) lyrics

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 --------------------------------------- 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