Cali 2 Canada

The party is jumping, the place is packed

LBC, motherfucker, we back

About to drop something up out the turf

The turf by the surf, now what is it worth?

Well, I'm the W-A-double R-E-N-G

And I'm the S-N-double O-to the P-D-O-G

Celebrated, elevated

It's me and my dog

You know I regulate it

Strobe lights, low-lifes, highlights

(Highlights)

Two-ten all in my life

Grind slow, blindfold, eyesight

Roam in a zone like twilight

Fuck that

Trust that Big G Dub

You could get sat down or you could get beat up

Ain't no thing, let me know when we can meet up

Say the wrong thing and you leavin' with your feet up

I'd rather dance and take me a chance

Little mama right there justa shakin' her pants

Take a couple flicks, shake a few hands

These **** keep singing like "Making the Band"

For instance, my enterance, we making it grand

Snoop and Warren, we touring again

Soaring again

Flying to the highest of heights

A lot of motherfuckers wanna try to live this life

But they can't

And they won't

You say you do

I say you don't, ****

Kick back and just enjoy the ride

This shit here's from the east side

We slide to a brand new demographic, handcrafted

The owner's a stoner while y'all waiting to be drafted

Lasted this long 'cause I mastered my own

Classic six deuce rag with the chrome and it's on

And it's on

And it's on

And it's on

44 Desert Eagle to your motherfucking dome

And it's on

And it's on

And it's on

And it's on

Let me see if I can get y'all to sing this song

Shannanaanaaah

Shannanaanaaah

Hey, hey, hey

Snoop Dogg

Shannanaanaaah

Shannanaanaaah

Hey, hey, hey

Snoop Dogg

Warren G, G'd up

Fuck that, blaze the weed up

Warren G, G'd up

Fuck that, blaze the we-weed up

The party is jumping, the place is packed

LBC, motherfucker, we back

About to drop something up out the turf

The turf by the surf, now what is it worth?

Well, I'm the W-A-double R-E-N-G

And I'm the S-N-double O-to the P-D-O-G

Celebrated, elevated

It's me and my dog

You know I regulate it

Dr. Evo

Banger

That shit slaps

And there you have it

We back at it

The frequency is back

Death Row and G Funk

That West Coast the best coast

Eww, nasty

Yes, yes, y'all

Like battery acid

Ha ha ha ha haha

And we out