We Rest In Cali Lyrics - Bootsy Collins

My goodness, my gracious 

Shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces 

Hand full of aces, trumped up, dump trunk, white wall paces 

Drink till you drop, motherfucker cop 

Old English, 800 on the block 

Way before St. Ides came to the spot 

Niggers used to hang out and do the pop lock 

And if we got into some shit, 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 fuck is a club? 

And the ese's, they sold most of the drugs 

La familia, hell yeah and we, the thug 

We get money, yeah and we do low ride 

Represent it and talk nope, nope, 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 sittin' on chrome 

Plaque in back, strap in Lac 

Antennas wake you up for a rat tryin' to set a new trap 

Swingin' the track, drippin' curl juice on your back 

Breakin' hearts like Roger and Zapp, motherfucker 

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Back in the day, it was cheaper to keep her 

Hang out with your friends and smokin' the reefer 

And 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 

Crazy Horse, drinkin' mad dog 20/20 

Silver satin blue Kool Aid saggin' in my Dickies 

I got my locs on, sailin' through my neighborhood 

Catch you slippin' 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 tippin', turnin' up the Alpine 

[Incomprehensible] while I listen to the grapevine 

Goldie blue crips all by the front door 

East side rip ridin', gang bangin' all I know 

Heart break hotel, hush, puppy neck kicker 

I grew up on that crazy one five, nigger 

If you look from my block then hop somethin' 

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no peel nigger block huntin' 

Blue corduroys while I'm talkin' on my brick phone 

14 years old had to bring the shit home 

My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up 

Look at the block now, nigger, it's sewed up 

I ain't playin' with you old grand pubas 

Peace out, Rolando ran things with no cuz 

Now take a picture of this 8 ball sipper 

Look down at my shoes, blue strings, nigger 

Goldie Loc will keep this motherfucker crack-a-lackin' 

The only thing I wanna hear is gang bang rappin' 

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Some say we the next generation but we lack education 

Hangin' 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 

The way we funk around here ain't nothin' consensual 

You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials 

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 tryin' to compete? 

Standin' next to me, son, you better take a seat 

Can't none of you cutthroats 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 goin' on in my head 

While I think about the blood that we shed 

Then party, uh, when the player play 

There's a party goin' on up in here 

Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her 

Hang out with your friends and smokin' the reefer 

And 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 

Hangin' with the crew of devastation 

Yeah, but we one nation mama 

Hangin' with the Snoopatronics bobba