Abusing power for senseless tragedy Given the honor among the thieves Family traditions and breeding tyranny Veiled under the guise of the American dream
Or go outside and freeze. Southern California street music is a part of you and me. Mask it up with your down home pride and cheesy loyalty Southern California street
on and on and on. The party's never over Even if you're stone cold sober There's a world domination plan Your city's streets and a spray paint can (and
Because your job sucks and life's a mess And living day to day Plastic people, phony smiles. Sometimes you wanna make them pay Surrended to the grindstone
Save us from tomorrow, we need help today Seems like we've been burning bridges Instead of trying to pave the way. Feels like the World's turned their
skies are grey They come out at night Where the stray dogs lie. While my city sleeps Where the lurkers creep Is there still hope for me? On these haunted streets
She runs away With nothing to say. Shoes in her hands Is salvation coming near? Her hair's a mess And look at that dress. Can't help to say She's got
: there's a sickness on the street so what'cha gonna do? it's the fascist army the boys in blue california police state in time they'll re-fucking segregate
Nobody knows what we do We got to keep this on the down low Because baby if they knew about us They would probably crowd around us Put our business in the streets
riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love yeah Chorus -- Roger Troutman California...knows how to party. (Yeah) California
on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, no f**kin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I
forgive me if I smoke niggaz I leave my female strapped Love fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks California's where I'm at RIDEN...
say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Runnin through the street
: Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin
day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "nigga get paid." No one can understand me. The black sheep. Outcasted from my family. Now packin heat. I run the streets
: California love! [1]-California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
boppin' off HAHA, I hit 'em up [Outro: 2Pac] Empty clips, set trip You know what time it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california
young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace