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Digital Underground

Cali Boogie

 

Cali Boogie

(albüm: "..Cuz A D.U. Party Don't Stop!" - 2008)


Mhm, Digital Underground, back with a pound for the West
Bless

All eyes on me, Money B gotten ass, I knock ass
So quick fast, come equipped with shot glass
Came through with D.U., you thought it would not last
We riders, motherfucker, and riders do not crash
I'm still drinking, ask these bitches, they know
I need to be in that group with Tash and J-Ro
I do what, and what I like 'til I'm old and dead
Broke or holding bread, people hold your head

Feel the heat, Rudy, Venice Beach booties
Grapevine, sunrise to the Hollywood sign
Bikinis dandy, stranded in the sand, Cali candy
Man, that's how I parlay with mine
Soft shell tacos and Jamba Juice potion
Pedicures galore and dance floor motion
Caught the notion, from manicured hands with lotion
I stay backstroking but I don't swim in the ocean

Tread water 'til I die
(Gotta keep the rhythm of the stroke)
Keep my head to the sky
(No time to choke, can't be living broke)
Keep my eyes on the prize
No, I ain't gonna hold my breath, it ain't over yet
Cali boogie, baby
Keep swimming, you'll rise, we'll rise

Look here, I'm from the Town, 5-1-0, I stay low key
But they know me, M-O, the Bay OG (Fa sho)
I got stripes that's on the mic, they wasn't fucking with Mon'
Hold mine the whole time, raising my son
When I pack to go, I put the West in my bag
I rep it at my show, and if the West had a flag
I'd pledge allegiance, salute it, nigga, I'm deep rooted
Been around the world, still on the Block like New Kids

Nighttime, red tail light lines from Doheny to Vine
Out of towners with big ticket winners in line
Runaways who rhyme
Israelites with millennium Five Percenters with pies
As-salamu alaykum
Hoes on that money train, we shake 'em
Shows on that Walk of Fame, we take 'em
Promoters who flaunt the game, we break 'em
Still underwater rhyming with mine, we earthquake 'em

Tread water 'til I die
(Gotta keep the rhythm of the stroke)
Keep my head to the sky
(No time to choke, can't be living broke)
Keep my eyes on the prize
No, I ain't gonna hold my breath, it ain't over yet
Cali boogie, baby
Keep swimming, you'll rise, we'll rise

Keep swimming, we'll rise (Keep swimming, we'll rise)
Keep swimming, we'll rise
Keep swimming, we'll rise (Keep swimming, we'll rise)
Keep swimming, we'll rise
Keep swimming, we'll rise (Keep swimming, we'll rise)
Keep swimming, we'll rise
(Coming soon, the United States of Atlantis)

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