Snoop Dogg - We Rest N Cali lyrics

[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 motherf**er cop Old English 800 on the block Way before St. Ide's came to the spot n***as used to hang out and do the pop lock And if we got into some sh** 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 f** is a club And the ese's they sold most of the d** 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 motherf**er [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 n***a If you locc from my block then hop something And I ain't talking bout no peel n***a block hunting Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone 14 years old had to bring the sh** home My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up Look at the block now n***a 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 n***a Goldie Loc will keep this motherf**er 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