[Intro/Hook: Young De] [bad word] up on ya, when you live in California
In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than sauna
Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh [bad word] up on the side of your ride and then blast
 When it pops off it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last

 [B-Real]
 I was born in Los Angeles city
 Where the thugs ride low, get dough, and the girls are pretty
 It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty
 Sun shines but sometimes it's dark and moody
 Whatever you do to me you won't stop my grind
 Son when you find one you hold on and shine
 Don't lay back, relax
 Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks
 Nowadays it's a [bad word] to hustle
 Not only in the street, the rap games, and the [bad word] up shuffles
 So I came with the rain, to boost it back
 Real life is a [bad word] but we used to that
 No matter, who you are or who you be with
 We all want the same thangs, we all in the same gang
 Same dope, same notes we flow for
 Same dreams and schemes we investin our soul for

 [Hook]

 [Young De]
 I'm livin that Cali life, in the hundred degree heat
 And you wonder why they found another body in the streets
 No AC, packed in a car eight deep
 They go kamikaze, no camraderie or peace
 And beef, homey ain't just somethin you eat
 But the taste of revenge, is oh so sweet
 Your boy won't sleep, 'til I'm up in that Benz
 E-class heat blast leave 'em in a trench
 And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game
 Your business [bad word] up they got you signin for a chain
 They callin for a change, they callin out my name
 Young De they want me [bad word] and do my thang
 Plain black tee I ain't do it for the fame
 Same black Glock if you move into my lane
 Same old blocks is the spots where I hang
 On the stoop with the vets but your boy ain't changed

 [Hook]

 [Xzibit]
 Top hat smashin in a California fashion
 Even the strong get chinchecked tested and blasted
 Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons
 I beach [bad word]  black t-shirts for each season [bad word] here flossin ya knots
 You're not leavin with that, now where my [bad word] gangsters at?
 More single mothers than brothers than we got on the street
 Better have you a handle whenever you keepin the peace
 Still  [bad word] Tha Police' at least the coast stay consistent
 Fame is lame but life is lost in an instant
 Hit the fence then sprint through the neighbor's yard
 Canine is on your [bad word] if they catch you then you're gone
 This is for the soldiers that's [bad word] home
 Who been crackin for the cause candy-painted to the chrome
 Hikin up Cypress Hill with two bongs
 B-Real got a pound then it's on - we smokin

 [Hook]