California dreamin’ in a low-low glide,
chrome .45 on the velvet ride.
Palm trees twistin’ to the G-funk hum,
sunset drownin’ in a 40-ounce rum.
2Pac raisin’ fists for the city of angels,
Dre in the six-fo’ still movin’ them faders.
Roger talk-box cryin’ “ooooh, it’s on,”
we sprayin’ up the sky like the ink of our song.
From Compton to Oakland, the whole state’s a throne—
California love till the wheels roll home.