2Pac feat. Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman
A, Am, Bb, C, Cm, D, Dm, Eb, F, G, Gm
California love, California, no sign of parting, California, no sign of parting.
The city of building, the city of no one's, the city, the city of cotton.
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Nets
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sets
We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hit beat
The state where you never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money making machines serving fiends
I've been in the game for 10 years, making rap tunes
Ever since Honey's was wearing Sassoon, now it's '95
And they clock me and watch me diamond-shinin'
Lookin' like I'm Rob Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
Trey puttin' it down for California, yeah
For you, California
No sign upon it, no time to party
California, West Coast
No time to party, you're staying in the city
City of buildings, city of buildings
City of works, city of works
In the city, city of cultists
City of cultists
We keep it rockin', keep it rockin', keep it rockin'
Come on, come on, shake it, shake it, come on, come on
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Not rally to live and die, in LA we wear chucks, not bellies
Dressed in lopes and catty suits and ride is what we do
Flossin' but have caution, we collide with other troops
Famous because we throw drams
Worldwide, let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grants
Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam
It's Westside, so you know to roll a bell down the no man
Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat
From Drake, let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sagtown, the Bay Area from back down
Cali is where they put they Mac damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Long Beach in the house, yeah, Oak Town, Oakland definitely in the house, Frisco, Frisco, and
you know LA up in this, Pasadena, where you at, yeah, Englewood, Englewood always up to
no good even hollywood trying to get a beef baby sacramento sacramento where you at
yeah throw it up y'all throw it up throw it up i can't see ya
let's show these fools how we do it on this west side
because you and I know it's the best side. Yeah, that's right.
West Coast. West Coast.
California love. California love. Yeah.
Where they at, uh?
The city
South Central, uh
The city
Yeah, yeah
The city
The city of Compton
The city of Compton
Rockin'
We keep on rockin'
Just come on, shake, shake it
Baby, baby, baby
Shakin' mama, shakin' mama
Shakin' mama, sho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
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