| Dancing, smoking, drinking | 
| Slowly blinking | 
| Another Cali weekend | 
| Dancing, smoking, drinking | 
| Slowly blinking | 
| Another Cali weekend | 
| The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick | 
| The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick | 
| The nerve of the trick, I swerve with the trick | 
| Calicos, out to Moe’s, imperial with faness | 
| Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick rock | 
| I’ma make something bounce high as the moon | 
| Coast with the homies, roll through, do what I do | 
| In the coast where the best roam, you’ll get your chest blown | 
| Killa Kali be so strange you throw a vest on | 
| We step on in blue’d up flashing signs | 
| For the 213 to the 619 we ride | 
| Westside hard grind, Killa Kali the state | 
| All day, all night, choking smoking the tray | 
| Bombay cascades, gangster stepping through blocks | 
| Common shots tell me what’s hot and what’s not | 
| Now my weekends are similar but never the same | 
| Me and the homies ain’t particular, we getting the brain | 
| Politicing the game, call a chick out her name | 
| And when I’m hitting the thang I be like ripping the frame | 
| See I’m a pimp in the game, Cisco is the name | 
| Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast ain’t changed | 
| Don’t trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders | 
| Quick to scoop your main chick and go and pull an all-nighter | 
| Posted up at the twin towers | 
| Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne after hours | 
| Ladies offer powder, players offer pills | 
| Money and the power, making million dollar deals | 
| Got the house on the hills | 
| Hit the clubs bouncing on chrome wheels | 
| Hop out with that thug appeal | 
| Blow the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali | 
| Cuz my G’s is starving hard up, waiting in the alley | 
| Who you hating on homey, better turn around slowly | 
| Blinking, start flashing, what this fool thinking | 
| Too much smoking, nah, too much drinking | 
| Nah, just another, just another, Cali weekend | 
| Out here we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it’s simple | 
| They make a few cuz together it multiplies the multitude ripple | 
| The sides to stabilize the Cripple, Valentinos | 
| Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and Chino | 
| Ladies dipping banging, Shalamar | 
| High priced lizards off blocks of calamari | 
| Eating on something like fish and chips | 
| I can’t fuck with, and this is something you just can’t fuck with | 
| What’s up Shadow | 
| We minimize fools | 
| With shaved heads, baggy clothes and tattooes | 
| No excuse, we all bangers | 
| Westside riders, g’d up is how you’ll find us homiciders | 
| We’re chart climbers, ain’t no messing with us | 
| Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now what’s up |