The Ocean

[Chorus: Dr. Dre & Dre] (Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here (Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left (Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine (Looking everywhere) Do you know where to find me, right under that palm tree island [Verse 1: The Game] I'm goin', goin' Take a flight like a motherfuckin' Boeing Aftermath, and faggot like you ain't knowin' We stack Bentleys, drive fast cars And fuck with multiple minages Livin' the largest, nigga we heartless How could you blame us? Crooked cops, they frame us They mad cause I'm more famous than Amos, right? Taking cookies from these rookies could be dangerous, right? Salute your motherfucking city of them Angels, right! That entertain the life, that ain't the life that we livin' Most of my niggas is better off in prison Wishin', missing They fuckin' kids, man, they fuckin' wife, man The double meaning only caught up with that white man Turn off the lights, man, put up the lights, man Let 'em know we still got it for the right price, man And you could disappear for the right price, man This the left culture, best know everybody get lost just... [Alternate Chorus: Dr. Dre] (Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here (Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left (Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine (Fuckin' everywhere) Where the beaches? Where the bitches? You know, right here, so come on in [Verse 2: The Game] Well, I'm gone man They out of Goose, get Patron then Can't sell it, move it by the zone and The money talk, only conversate with grown men The paper real basic, like the birds that get flown in California hotties, like furniture in my lobby Where I'm from, don't you know? Nigga, drinkin' ain't a hobby I'm bi-coastal, nigga don't make me go postal You know I keep the Glock 9 comfy in my holster I'm supposed to ride roasters Sip bottles on Louis coasters Feed bitch niggas to the vultures What, you mad cause I'm back with the doc? Money, alongside the yacht Diamonds inside of my watch, ballin' We all live playin' poker with this rap shit Game time chips on the table, you know how I get Hundred thousand Benz Million dollar checks Lookin' on my city, kinda hard when you standin' through the clouds and... [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Dre] (Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here (Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left (Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine (Looking everywhere) Do you know where to find me, right under that palm tree island [Bridge: Dre] Whenever you touchdown in Cali, be prepared Cause niggas there, might put your life on the line Put your life on the line Put your life on the line Put your life on the line If you wonderin' where I be You know where to find me I'll be right by that ocean Don't get it twisted It's the fuckin' pacific Come and see, I be right by that ocean [Outro: Busta Rhymes] From comin' to follow that order Understood? We comin' from the water From comin' to follow that order Understood? We comin' from the water (?) (Tryna' find the ocean Tryna' find the ocean Tryna' find the ocean)