Where We Dwell

[Intro: Mac Dre]

("Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a")

Yeah, that big Bay Area, potna

Puttin' it down

With that Romp sound

Check this out

Jay Tee

[Verse 1: Jay Tee, Mac Dre]

Yeah, I be that cat coming cooler than most

Layin' it down for the town, big parties we host

Up in the West Coast, left side of the map

That's why them bitches be so sprung on the way that we rap

You see I tap that ass constantly

And treat her like the tramp that she wants to be

I break a ho, shake a ho, you ready or not? And leave a...

(Motherfuckin' cloud in the parking lot)

I got the front and back and side to side

And four 15's in the back of the ride

I got the windows up but the brains is blown

And about this pimpin' type shit I can't leave it alone

I needs a microphone, some Tanqueray

And a down ass bitch who likes to do what I say

'Cause in the Bay, that's how we layin' this

I'm probably gettin' a little head while you playin' this

[Chorus]

I'm from Vallejo, California where the players dwell

Where the city and game run parallel, oh

("Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a")

I'm from Vallejo, California where the players dwell

Where the city and game run parallel, oh

("Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a")

[Verse 2: Beesh a/k/a Baby Bash]

Me and the town go together like Vogues and spokes

From every 'Stangs with thangs, Cougnuts and them candy coats

All-star man smoking cavi and greens

And now I'm in a coke white Caddy with rims

I got tapes and CDs that wears your jewel

I'm from the 707, cover 11 my roll

Premeditated pimp in the Westside and it's evident

The way I spit, talk shit and stack a president

Ooh, I'm out to bend a corner or two

Gotta watch my bubble flow

And tramp hoes don't come short

So call me fiero, I'm out hustlin' for dinero

Gotta watch my back 'cause player haters packin' heavy metal

And I can't settle for less, I need platinum, ho

A motherfucker in the game and I'm stackin', ho

It's Baby Beesh production so it's hella phat

And heads treat him like a throwaway gat

I'm from the town, ho

[Chorus]

I'm from Vallejo, California where the players dwell

Where the city and game run parallel, oh

("Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a")

I'm from Vallejo, California where the players dwell

Where the city and game run parallel, oh

("Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a")

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]

Where I come from niggas flip tight buckets

Get tremendous beat, fresh meats and say 'fuck it'

The B-A-Y A-R-E-A

Where niggas smoke dank and drank all day

We words like scrilla, scratch and fetti

Give hoes pimp names like Blowjob Betty

No homies and locs, just potnas and folks

No lifts and switches, just dips and yokes

We swang 'em in 'Stang'ems and burn rubber sideways

Gat on the lap when we hit the highways

On Fridays, we bound to hurt some cot

And we don't get drunk, mayne, we perks a lot

We call bud dank, Bombay and roper

Don't smoke stress 'cause stress won't choke ya

I hope ya, never have funk with us

'Cause niggas from the Bay love that funky stuff

Pistols, pumps, straps and choppers

And wouldn't hesitate or wait to straight knock ya

Head off your motherfuckin' shoulder

I thought you knew? I know somebody told ya

[Chorus]

I'm from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell

Where the city and game run parallel, oh

("Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a")

I'm from Vallejo, California where the players dwell

Where the city and game run parallel, oh

("Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a")

I'm from Vallejo, California where the players dwell

Hoochies on the corner with they yock for sale, they hoes

(They hoes, they hoes, they hoes, they hoes, yeah)

I'm from Vallejo, California where the players dwell

(Where the players dwell)

Hoochies on the corner with they yock for sale, they hoes

(They hoes, they hoes, they hoes, they hoes, yeah)

[Outro: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg]

Check this out, for the '96, you know what I'm saying?

You got C-double-O-L-I-O Da' Unda' Dogg on this microphone

With my boy Mac Dre, Jay Tee and Beesh, N2Deep

Got Extra Large in the house, Chuy, Buttnaked

But let me tell you about this Rompalation

We putting this out with my boy D-Con, you know what I'm saying?

If you don't got it and you're listening to it, you better get it, 'cause it's the bomb

And I'm out