And if I hit the switch I can make the a**ssss drop [Verse 1] Growing up they said the west had no lyricists Can you imagine growing up hearing this? So I took my hip hop serious Years later now the pen game is Furious Styles from a Boy-N-The-Hood Post G-Funk Era trying to do good What about Quik, and Dub C King Tee, Eiht, Kurupt and Suga Free They Master Ceremonies and they Move Crowds See, I'm from the west coast and I'm so proud This where crack started and yeah we act retarded n***as be scrapping in the parking lot at Target It's f**ed up, but it's kind of funny And we be set tripping and it ain't over money Red and blue is like m**m and Jew And I don't ever think they'll stop but I'm praying that they do In '92 we had a truce for a little bit Until they started back tripping over little sh** I was young making sense of this crazy world And my childhood hero had a Jheri curl [Hook] When Eazy-E was playing on the radio I knew exactly how my day would go California sunshine coming in Singing gangsta rap with all my friends The origins of California hip hop Where you can pop, lock, or you can get shot Black, white, latin, asian, living in this melting pot Throw up your W and it don't stop [Verse 2] My cousins up north they hit me to the game It's all California, but we ain't all the same To G's up there they had a different swag They was grinding out the trunk getting hella cash B-Legit man, E-40 dude Del and Heiro got their start up under Cube Love to my Bay Area fam '93 Til Infinity is still the jam And over 20 year later They still rocking for the stoners and the skaters I used to watch videos by Plan B Dream about hitting up the Hubba Ledge or EMB Shout out to Tommy G and Ray Barbee Cause there ain't no party like a Bay Party When Mac Dre died, I was brokenhearted Show some love to where the independent game started The 6-1-9, shout out to Jay-O Masters Of The Universe, doing it in DayGo I came up on drive-bys and chronic smoke And it was hella crazy, but it was kinda dope [Hook] When Eazy-E was playing on the radio I knew exactly how my day would go California sunshine coming in Singing gangsta rap with all my friends The origins of California hip hop Where you can pop, lock, or you can get shot Black, white, latin, asian, living in this melting pot Throw up your W and it don't stop [Verse 3] It goes 6 In The Morning, police at my door Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor Ice was telling stories about an inner city war He gave the world a taste and they came back for more They said "b**h" and f** Tha Police They said they'd never make a million talking about the streets They said they'd never play it on the radio Now all you hear is gangsta rap everyday and yo We motherf**ing pioneers All of that sh** started out right here We didn't make it up but we made it famous Then we spread it worldwide, go ahead and blame us Growing up, gang culture taught us loyalty And that everyone is equal, no royalty So there's never been a king of the west coast We got some OG's and we respect those But anyone can get it if there's beef And nobody's undefeated in the streets I grew up on palm trees and gangsta rap So pardon me, but I'm thankful for that You know Yeah, and I want to take a minute to give a shout out to pioneers who started this sh**. Rest in peace Mixmaster Spade, Toddy Tee, Greg Mack, K-Day, KMEL Too $hort, Freddie B, Rappin' Ron & Diddley Dog. The Luniz, Shock G, Saafir, Casual, Del, Hobo Junction, I know I'm missing a gang of people, Kid Frost, Lighter Shade of Brown, Psycho Realm. Everybody that's a part of this great culture. Freestyle Fellowship, Cypress Hill, B-Real, Tha Dogg Pound. Did I miss anybody? I probably missed a gang of n***as man. Rest in peace to Eazy-E, Eric Wright. We out. West side [Hook] When Eazy-E was playing on the radio I knew exactly how my day would go California sunshine coming in Singing gangsta rap with all my friends The origins of California hip hop Where you can pop, lock, or you can get shot Black, white, latin, asian, living in this melting pot Throw up your W and it don't stop