Snoop Dog - We Rest In Cali

[Snoop Dogg:] 
My goodness my gracious shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces 
Hand full of aces trumped up dump trunk white wall paces 
Drink til you drop motherfucker cop 
Old English 800 on the block 
Way before St. Ide's came to the spot 
Niggas used to hang out and do the pop lock 
And if we got into some shit we never pop shots 
We'd squab scrap whatever it was 
And live to talk about it and we get old cause 
And keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bud 
We do a house party what the fuck is a club 
And the ese's they sold most of the drugs 
La familia hell and [?] 
We get money yeah and we do low ride 
Represent it and talk nope no not I 
That's the code in every hood that you roam 
Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome 
O.G. the place that I call home 
Black Lac like that and it's sitting on chrome 
Plaque in back strap in Lac 
Antennas wake you up for a rat trying to set a new trap 
Swinging the track dripping curl juice on your back 
Breaking hearts like Roger and Zapp motherfucker 

[Bootsy Collins:] 
Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her 
Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer 
Pound for pound we were the baddest in town 
You just had to get up for the get down 
Some say we the next generation 
But we lack education 

[Goldie Loc:] 
[?] drinking mad dog 20/20 
Silver satin blue Kool Aid sagging in my Dickies 
I got my loccs on sailing through my neighborhood 
Catch you slipping on them bricks it ain't all good 
Front door kicker Glock spitter 
Black and gold flag across my face when I get you 
3 wheeler tipping turning up the Alpine 
[?] while I listen to the grapevine 
[?] blue Crips all by the front door 
East side rip riding gang banging all I know 
Heart break hotel hush puppy neck kicker 
I grew up on that crazy one five nigga 
If you locc from my block then hop something 
And I ain't talking bout no peel nigga block hunting 

Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone 
14 years old had to bring the shit home 
My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up 
Look at the block now nigga it's sewed up 
I ain't playing with you old grand pubas 
Peace out Rolando ran things with no [?] 
Now take a picture of this 8 ball sipper 
Look down at my shoes blue strings nigga 
Goldie Loc will keep this motherfucker crack-a-lackin 
The only thing I wanna hear is gang bang rapping 

[Bootsy Collins:] 
Some say we the next generation 
But we lack education 
Hanging with the crew of devastation 
Yeah but we one nation mama 
Tally-ho and away we go 
See you next week with a brand new show 
When you funk around here ain't nothing consensual 
You know I funk so hard you gonna need your parent's credential 
Now I'm in the street cause I lost my sheep 
But now I know where to find that 
Now how cool is cold when you're trying to compete 
Standing next to me son you better take a seat 
Can't none of you cut throats funk like me 
You better check with Snoop Dogg and get your pedigree 
Why oh why do I think like that 
If I am with the dog you must be a cat 
Now tally-ho and away we go 
See you next week with a brand new show 
I want the bomb I want that O.G. back 
There's a party going on in my head 
While I think about the blood that we shed 
Then party uh when the player play 
There's a party going on up in here 

Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her 
Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer 
Pound for pound we were the baddest in town 
You just had to get up for the get down 
Some say we the next generation 
But we lack education 
Hanging with the crew of devastation 
Yeah but we one nation mama 
Hanging with the Snoopatronics bobba