E-40 - Cali lyrics

[Intro: Talkbox] Keep on rockin' We keep ‘em rockin' (Repeat 3X) Just come on, shake, shake it baby, baby baby Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama Yeah, yeah, Cali Shake, shake it baby, baby baby Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama Yeah, yeah, Cali [Verse 1: E-40] I like a lot of places, don't get me wrong But at the end of the day, California my home DJs better play this song When you're at a Cali party, if you don't, it's on We some trendsetters, but the haters Talk about us then they duplicate us later (b*atch!) We been selling dope on wax Cooking ki's of crack, selling trees and sacks Shake it for me mama, baby girl, don't play Born in the Bay, go to school in LA Sophisticated, but not no bopper When she go down south, they say she talk hella proper (What we got here, mayne?) Out here we got the best tree The 707, Humboldt County Fa sheezy, I made that word famous Ask my potnas Jeezy and Weezy what they nicknamed us (Them my folks) [Hook 2X: Talkbox] Cali Shake, shake it baby, baby baby Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama Yeah, yeah, Cali [Verse 2: Too $hort] California, I smoke it, live it, dress it Been all the around the world, all I bang is this West sh** It's East Oakland all day, even though LA is 400 miles from the Bay I'mma ride for the whole state f** what these muthaf**in' hoes say I don't wanna be in no Hollywood flick And I don't wanna date no hot blonde chick with fake tits I'mma keep it hood, in Beverly Hills or Hollywood If it's snowing, I might go skiing Pull up in the mansion, say “b**h, let me in” A lot of weed, yeah, we smoke bigga It's just Vallejo and East Oakland n***as So b**h, open the door Shake that a** and let's smoke some more b*tch! [Hook] [Verse 3: DJ Upgrade] First off, arch your back, make your chest poke (Then) Shake it for my bros, shake it for the West Coast Sheesh, from the hoods to the valley Seems wherever I go, they all love Cali, bruh This is where I'm born, this is where I'm raised They in the mix, my dead bruh added the DJ San Diego raised me, I rep the O-A-K My state doing numbers, got dots on the murder rate Shake it for Burger, Yellow Boy, and 2-11 They in the heavens, may God bless ‘em Take the pain away, hold up one leg Show me that smile, now I see ya girl, ya doin' it Down south they wanna f** with a Cali boy Make it clap like homecoming rally noise P.A. to V.A., B.K. to D-Day Do it like the Dirty Dirty… (Wifey, yeah, hey…) [Verse 4: Wifey] He want a Cali girl swag, heels and handbags Hollywood life, all type of lights flash Yeah, they love me with a pa**ion The way we do it got the whole world on the bandwagon I ain't bragging, I tell him how it is Wanna tell his homeboys that I'm all his He got a West Coast queen, I'm West Coast clean I look good but I look way better with a ring Got him walking like me, talking like me Tryna wonder how the hell the car start without a key LA to the Bay, Westside where I be My name say Wifey on my Cali ID Dudes wanna taste it, copy and paste it b**hes want the blueprint, go home and trace it These n***as love me, that's a well-known fact Once you go Cali you'll never go back [Hook]