Lyrical Breakdown of My Coldest Jamz - Only In California feat. Mack 10 & Snoop Dogg - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it (And my heat goes) Only in California Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya (Get your grind on) Only in California (California) (Get your grind on) Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya (Run upon ya) Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules 'Cause you the niggaz with no rules (California) Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda I negotiate, "Mack is the shooter" You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney We break breads with accounts and attorneys Currency never worry me Who's got the balls to murder me? Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin' Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'? Hope your man come with the ransom Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him Only in California (Speak on it) Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya Only in California (California) Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya (Run upon ya) (Hey don't fuck) Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas [Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches I got the dove sacks, homies love that "Nigga, where the bud at?" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out What you gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun So I put him on a move that I knew about Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out Money made, plug a playa in the game Especially when he represent the same thing I claim Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce 'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar Only in California Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya Only in California (California) Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya (Run upon ya) What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress Well known ridas from different sides of the West Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin' Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen? It's all good, fool so peep game if you could Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise Two well known enemies now becoming allies In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang Only in California Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya Only in California (California) Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya (Run upon ya) There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10 Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga And my heat goes, and my heat goes And my heat goes, and my heat goes And my heat goes Boom boom boom, boom boom boom And my heat goes Boom boom boom, boom boom boom And my heat goes Boom boom boom, boom boom boom And my heat goes Boom boom boom, boom boom boom And my heat goes, I'll be dammned [Incomprehensible]