![]() ![]() Not Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, Santa Barbara and the more famous white-centric upmarket places. By concentrating on these 'hoods' the song is fundamentally a shout out to a specific demographic. Note the places namechecked, especially in the chorus. But look at the lyrics, is this a dedication to the whole of California or only a part.? Gotta show the love for "California Love", one of the finest odes to the state, and in particular LA. In the city, the city of Compton (in the city of Compton)īaby, baby, shake it, mama, shake it, mama, shake it, mama In the city of good ol' Watts (yeah, yeah, ah) Let's show these fools how we do it on this WestsideĬalifornia (California) knows how to party (yeah, yeah)Ĭalifornia knows how to party (uh, uh, where they at? Uh) Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house In the city, the city of Compton (yup, yup) In the city of good ol' Watts (uh, that's right) Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dreįrom Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back downĬali is where they put their mack down, give me loveĬalifornia (California) knows how to party (really knows how, baby) It's Westside, so you know the Row won't bow down to no man Worldwide, let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (yeah, that's right)ĭressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we doįlossin' but have caution, we collide with other crews Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'įiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin' We keep it rockin' (keep it rockin'), we keep it rockin' In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton) In the city of good ol' Watts (good ol' Watts) Throw up a finger if you feel the same wayĬalifornia (California) knows how to party (knows how to party)Ĭalifornia (West Coast) knows how to party (yes, they do, that's right) Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay (uh) Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch meĭiamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends The state where you never find a dance floor emptyĪnd pimps be on a mission for them greens We in that Sunshine State where the bomb-ass hemp be Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest ![]() Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild WestĪ state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
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