Yeah, ha ha Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California Yes, sir Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign Scotty once said "It gets better with time" Eastside Long Beach but this L.A. County on mines Yeah, this is the sign of the times One of a kind, and this might blow your mind This ain't no TV show, bow-wow-yippee-yo Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga, here we, here we go Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard Left on Vernon by my auntie's front yard No disrespect or disregard Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip card Dip hard, rip hard, used to poplock You turn on the wrong street and you will get got Rules of the city like fie-fi-fo Creep slow in a '4, motherfuck Five-O I'm from Cali, baby Women, weed, and weather I'm from Cali, baby It ain't nothin' better Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (Oh) (Yeah) (Ah-ha) Look, Dogg Pound Gangstas, we gotta dump off Unless you wanna hear that pump cough Watch who you talk on And watch the different streets you walk on I mob like a mobster Like I'm a motherfuckin' monster Don't make me approach you Contraband in my hand With the homies from the land with a plan to expand And leave with a hundred grand with my pistol in my hand Just me, Daz, and... Bigg Snoop Niggas that ain't never kept out the loop Look, is this the way you livin' In this land of the unforgiven? Man, be wary how you livin' So let me show you where a nigga livin' I'm from Cali, baby Women, weed, and weather I'm from Cali, baby It ain't nothin' better Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (Oh) (Yeah, yeah) (Hey) Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (West Coast) (Oh, ah-ha) The glamour, the lights, turn the city into the place you wanna be at Tha Dogg Pound Gangstas, yeah, nigga, we bizzack From Figueroa to Pacific Palisades Iconic Hollywood culture, blow it in the frame Blind from the sunrays, I put on my locs Skirt that Sunset as I ride and smoke Approximately twenty-two miles to that famous boulevard Echo Park, Silver Lake, now I'm smokin' my car Treacherous in areas, yeah, it's four lanes wide Esés, Asian, niggas, and yeah, one time History extended Cesar Chavez For prostitution, hoes sellin' all ass By the Sunset Strip with a Black and white blonde bitch Pistol on the grip, yeah, I'm takin' no shit (Boo-yow) You see us as we ride by Exit 405, now the shit's gettin' live, we in I'm from Cali, baby Women, weed, and weather I'm from Cali, baby It ain't nothin' better Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (Oh, hey) Here's to you (Oh, ah-ha) Oh, hey Oh, hey Oh, hey Oh, ah-ha