[Snoop Dogg] It's somethin about the West Coast, that makes me thank the East Eastside! Eastside! And somethin about the West Coast, that makes me bang the beat Help Me Sing It!
[Chorus: R. L.] Do ya wanna roll, in my six fo'? Let's have some fun baby, let's have some fun Oh we'll get low (we'll get low) and dats for sho'! And hop on dubs baby and have some fun, now check us out!
[Verse One: R. L.] From when I met you at the roller rink Cotton candy with her Shasta drink Braced with caress that were white and pink All the kissing we did, was on the cheek Remember, like yesterday We'd hop on our bikes and just ride away Knew you'd be mine some how, some day And I'ma say I do
[Verse Two: Snoop Dogg] Three, bottles of Moe', doe, models fa sho' We havin a good time avoidin one time Layin in the sunshine its all gravy! Dipped it, hit a switch, what's crackin' baby? Ride with me slide with a double-oh, sip on this moe'moe Get your bubble on, bring your girlfriends All y'all can come along Cause we'll be doin this all summer long In the Cadillac beatin' up some Battlecat Dogg youse a fool baby lemme handle that Oh you don't drink so you don't think You ain't gon' win you don't speak, you ain't no freak Cause I can turn you, learn you and burn you up Gimme the cup sit down and shut up! I be damned we done run outta Mo' again Here we, here we go again!
[Verse Three: R. L.] I gotta Chevrolet, white walls and them Twenty inch thangs in the coupe with Snoop Gettin juiced orange juice top down And feel the sun rays feelin kinda good right know Right around my hood right now Lookin for somethin to do like a barbecue It's too hot to be in the house A little bit of music and a couple of babes A little bit of drank and a game of spades Take your kids to your mama's house Sure know what I'm talkin bout, it's about to go down!
[Verse Four: Lil' Kim] Aight aight, I admit I'm type picky Take trips to Cali, strictly for the sticky I'ma get get it crunk anywhere I go Why you smooth haters actin' like y'all don't know From barbecue's to barmitzvah's O. G. 's crack the O. E. while they listen to me Cris' on the table, chronic in the air Come on pass that shit like that's that shit We doin Battlecat pump this in the Sony The Bee showin love to the westside homies Give you somethin you can feel, real recognize the real Cause it's, cause it's somethin bout the East Coast That makes us wanna squeeze mo' For those that don't think that we ride We gon' show you how we do the damn thing We gon' show you how we do