[Chorus x2: Mr. Shadow]   Dancing, smoking, drinking   Slowly blinking   Another Cali weekend   Dancing, smoking, drinking   Slowly blinking   Another Cali weekend      [Kurupt]   The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick   The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick   The nerve of the trick, I swerve with the trick   Calicos, out to Moe's, imperial with faness   Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick rock   I'ma make something bounce high as the moon   Coast with the homies, roll through, do what I do      [Mr. Shadow]   In the coast where the best roam, you'll get your chest blown   Killa Kali be so strange you throw a vest on   We step on in blue'd up flashing signs   For the 213 and 619 we ride   Westside hard grind, Killa Kali the state   All day, all night, choking smoking the tray   Bombay cascades, gangster stepping through blocks   Common shots tell me what's hot and what's not      [Chorus x2]      [Cisco]   Now my weekends are similar but never the same   Me and the homies ain't particular, we getting the brain   Politicing the game, call a chick out her name   And when I'm hitting the thang I be like ripping the frame   See I'm a pimp in the game, Cisco is the name   Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast ain't changed   Don't trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders   Quick to scoop your main chick and go and pull an all-nighter   Posted up at the twin towers    Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne after hours   Ladies offer powder, players offer pills   Money and the power, making million dollar deals   Got the house on the hills   Hit the clubs bouncing on chrome wheels   Hop out with that thug appeal   Blow the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali   'cause my G's is starving hard up, waiting in the alley   Who you hating on homey, better turn around slowly   Blinking, start flashing, what this fool thinking   Too much smoking, nah, too much drinking   Nah, just another, just another, Cali weekend      [Chorus x2]      [Kurupt]   Out here we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it's simple   They make a few 'cause together it multiplies the multitude ripple   The sides to stabilize the Cripple, Valentinos   Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and Chino   Ladies dipping banging, Shalamar   High priced lizards off blocks of calamari   Eating on something like fish and chips   I can't fuck with, and this is something you just can't fuck with   What's up Shadow      [Mr. Shadow]   We military minded fools   With shaved heads, baggy clothes and tattooes   No excuse, we all bangers   Westside riders, g'd up is how you'll find us homiciders   We're chart climbers, ain't no messing with us   Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now what's up      [Chorus til fade]