[Woodie]      As I drop the top      In my '69 Buick Sky Lark late mornin'      I could feel the heat brewin'      It's gonna be a hot one   A 40 ounce right now I ain't got one      It's time to bounce       To the liquor store and swing this      I'm havin' fits      I need a cold Old English      Once I get it      Hit my next tail bling list      Homies outside      We turn the park into a freak fest [freak fest]      So call your team of hoes      Let 'em know that's it's crackin'      Food, alcohol, and weed free      With bikini action      If you show up with more      Than daisey dukes and a skinny top      Flip a bitch and shake the spot      Obviously you ain't got      What we wanna see      On this beautiful day      We tryin' to take a break      From that gangsta life in the bay      We got that charcoal on standby      And meat by the pounds      I'm talkin' gallons of liquor      And all the freaks from the town      It's goin' down, different sets      Congregatin' to kick it      Just the Northeners and allies      Ain't nobody set trippin'      Got pitbulls chained to the trees      And if you fear      I'm guaranteed that they're lockin' our knees      So don't go near 'em      Grab a seat on the bench, relax      Fire up the stench      Of that Northern Cali rope      As the super soaker drench      These notches might as well be topless      With nipples on swole      Stiffer than those on triple gold's            Chorus: [Shannon Sanders]      Oooooh, Northern California      We got somethin' for ya      Northern California      We got somethin' for ya            [B-Dawg]      Wake up in the mornin'      And I stretch      Wipe the sleep from my eyes      Stagging to the frigerator      Grab a 40, a St. Ides      Still twisted from the night before      Tryin' to regroup      The telephone rings      Niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' swoop      So I hops in the shower      Fit, ironed, and creased      I gots to make a good impression      On these top notch freaks      See it's an everyday thang      To ride and side in the Bay      And best believe come the weekend      Boy we know to parlay      At have it always, all day      Boy it don't stop      Mackin' hoes in your      Six Tray Chevrolet drop      Spittin' game to the finest      Northern Cali has to offer me      Ocean front party on the beach      Hoes jockin' me            Lil' Los and Wood      Got some freaks of they own      The way it's lookin'      Boy this party's goin' all night long      So get your purve on      Go ahead and blaze up the Q      And like they say      "Don't be afraid of the way that you feel"      Now            [Chorus]            [Lil' Los]      It's your boy from around the way      Where I was born and raised      To live and die in the Bay      This Cali game you can't stop it      Pocket full of profits      Haters try to knock it as were      Poppin' out some notches      50 always watch us      Cuz were constantly in somethin'      Folks shootin' dice      Tryin' to constantly win somethin'      Brains blown as we roll through our pro      Chronic clouds in my dome      On my cellular phone      Tellin' the homies, "Come on"!      As we creep to the spot      In the back of a brawl      Gettin' stoned in the parkin' lot      Course I like to watch it      And walk up to the function      Doja go me feelin' good      Tellin' my boys that it's jumpin'      Hop out the ride       And let them clouds bellow out      When that liquor's in my veins      All you broads have no doubt      I'm a walkin' and talkin'      Playa plottin' up on ya      Soakin' yo brain with game      Northern California            [Shannon Sanders]      Northern Cali-forn-I-A      Northern Cali-forn-I-A      Northern Cali-forn-I-A            [Woodie]      It's blazin' saddles today      That sun could melt ya      So lets cool off      Launch the boat and hit the delta      We lovin' the breeze off the water      As we cruise      Keep an eye out for sheriffs      In case we gotta hide the booze      As we slide through the back slooze      In between the Yoc and Stockton      We headed to the spot       Where hoochie tops are droppin'      Los Banos      Where hoes act wild and silly      Body shots and blow jobs      Drinkin' styles so filthy      Everybody's boat hoppin'      There ain't no stoppin'      This party once it's jumpin'      Wish it happened more often      Fewer and fewer clothes on      As the day goes on      Next thing you know      Hoes are naked and the show's on      Now who's got the bomb breasts      Who's legs are longest      Who's got the booty       You can use for an arm rest      As long as there's no hatin'      With no police in sight      We for surely gonna ride       This one throughout the night