We Rest N Cali
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist
Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces
Drink till you drop, motherfucker cop
Old English, 800 on the block,
Way before sane eyes came to the spot
niggas used to hang out, and do the pop lot
And if we got into some shit, we never pop shots
We walk, scrap whatever he was
And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause
We keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bug
We do a house party, what the fuck is a club

And S.A. they sold most of the drugs
Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money, yeah
And we do no ride, represented and talk
Nope, nope, not I, that's the code
In every hood, that you roam
Fastest way to catch a hot slug and you don't
OG, the pace I call home, black lack like that and you're sitting on chrome
Black and back strapping like antennas way up on a rat trying to set a new trap
Swinging the track, dripping curl juice in your back
Breaking hearts like Roger is out, motherfucker

Back in the days, keepin' and keepin'
Gettin' high with your friends and smokin' the reefer
The bad is in town
Some say we the next generation, but we lack education

Grace the awards drinking mad dog 20/20
Silver satin, blue ?
I got my lopes on, selling through my neighborhood
Catch you slipping on them bricks, that ain't no good
Front no kicker, Glocks spitter
Black and gold flack across my face when I get you
Three women tipping, turning up the alpine sure
I'm fakin' something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush puppy neck kicker
I grew upon on that crazy one five nigger
If you elope from my block then hop some
And I ain't talking 'bout no peel nigger block

Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone
Fourteen years old had to bring the shit home
My sugar bear show me how to bag it up
Look at the block now nigger it's sold up
I ain't playing with ya old grand poobahs
South of rhyme don't make things with no cuss
Now take a picture of this eight ball sipper
Look down at my shoes blue strains
Goldie Loc keep this motherfucker crackin' like it
The only thing I wanna hear is bang bang rappa

Some say we the next generation, but we lack education
Hanging with the crew of devastation
Yeah but we one nation ball
Tally ho and away we go, see you next week with a brand new show
When we fuck around it ain't nothing consensual
You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials
Now I'm in the street, cause I lost my sheet
But now I know where to find it

Now how cool is called when you're trying to compete
Standing next to me son, you better take a seat
Can't none of you customers funk like me
You better check with Snoop Doggy
Why oh why do I think like that
If I am with the dog then you must be a cat
Now tally ho and away we go, see you next week with a brand new show
I want the funk I want that OG
There's a party going on in my head
While I think about the blood that we shed
Them party, oh get up playa play
There's a party going on up in here

Back in the day, of the keeper and the keeper
Gettin' high with your friends and smokin' the reefer
And pound fro pound we were the baddest in town
You just had to get up for the endo

Some say we the next generation, but we lack education




Yeah but we won nation ball
Hanging with the snoopatronics bobble

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Snoop Dogg's "We Rest N Cali" paints a vivid picture of what life was like growing up in California in the past. The first verse seems to be talking about how the police were racist and violent, and how the black people at the time got into trouble but never resorted to using guns. The second verse seems to be discussing the drug problem in California, where the SA (possibly referring to the Mexican drug cartels) sold most of the drugs. The chorus talks about how they lacked education but were still considered the baddest in town.


Throughout the song, Snoop Dogg continuously references the old days when he and his friends used to smoke weed and hang out together. He also brings up drugs, guns, and gang culture, painting a picture of a difficult and dangerous life in California for black people. Despite this, the song ends on a hopeful note, with Snoop saying that they are one nation, balling and hanging with the "snoopatronics bobble."


Line by Line Meaning

My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist
In California, we have faced racism and discrimination, but we're still standing strong.


Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces
We have the upper hand and power, while others try to put us down.


Drink till you drop, motherfucker cop
We'll keep partying and having fun, even if cops try to shut us down.


Old English, 800 on the block,
We love to drink Old English 800, and we can always find it in our neighborhood.


Way before sane eyes came to the spot
Our community has been here for a long time, even before outsiders started paying attention to us.


niggas used to hang out, and do the pop lot
We used to hang out and dance together, having a good time in our neighborhood.


And if we got into some shit, we never pop shots
Even if we got in trouble, we didn't resort to violence with guns.


We walk, scrap whatever he was
We never back down from a fight, but we don't take things too far and always avoid guns.


And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause
We want to live long lives and have many stories to tell, so we avoid getting killed or going to jail.


We keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bug
We love to smoke weed and always keep rolling papers on hand.


We do a house party, what the fuck is a club
We prefer to have fun at home with our friends, rather than going to fancy clubs or bars.


And S.A. they sold most of the drugs
People from South America sold most of the drugs in our neighborhood.


Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money, yeah
We may have a tough exterior and act like thugs, but we're also making money and laughing about it.


And we do no ride, represented and talk
We don't need to resort to violence or gang activity, we can represent ourselves through our words and actions.


Nope, nope, not I, that's the code
Our code is to avoid violence and represent ourselves peacefully.


In every hood, that you roam
No matter where you go in California, you'll find similar communities with similar people and lifestyles.


Fastest way to catch a hot slug and you don't
If you really want to get hurt or killed, the quickest way is to resort to violence.


OG, the pace I call home, black lack like that and you're sitting on chrome
This is my home and I'm proud of it, and I have a black car that I take pride in.


Black and back strapping like antennas way up on a rat trying to set a new trap
We're always ready and vigilant, like a rat setting a new trap.


Swinging the track, dripping curl juice in your back
We're dancing and having fun, enjoying the music and the atmosphere.


Breaking hearts like Roger is out, motherfucker
We may be breaking some hearts and causing trouble, but we're enjoying ourselves.


Back in the days, keepin' and keepin'
In the past, we used to get together and smoke weed with our friends.


Gettin' high with your friends and smokin' the reefer
We used to love to smoke weed with our friends.


The bad is in town
Our community may have a tough reputation, but we're proud of it.


Some say we the next generation, but we lack education
We may be the next generation, but we need more education and opportunities to succeed.


Grace the awards drinking mad dog 20/20
We're celebrating our achievements and drinking Mad Dog 20/20.


Silver satin, blue ?
We're wearing fancy clothes and looking good.


I got my lopes on, selling through my neighborhood
I'm selling drugs in my neighborhood, and wearing my low-top shoes.


Catch you slipping on them bricks, that ain't no good
If we catch you slipping or making a mistake, it won't end well.


Front no kicker, Glocks spitter
We're not afraid to face anyone, and we always have guns.


Black and gold flack across my face when I get you
We may have black and gold masks on when we confront someone with violence.


Three women tipping, turning up the alpine sure
We're in the car with three girls, listening to loud music.


I'm fakin' something while I listen to the grape vine
I'm pretending to do something while listening to rumors and gossip.


Got a blue pits all by the front door
I have a blue pitbull guarding my front door.


East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
I grew up on the East side and was involved in gang violence.


Heartbreak hotel hush puppy neck kicker
We may be causing heartbreak and trouble, but we're enjoying ourselves and wearing trendy shoes.


If you elope from my block then hop some
If you try to escape or run away from our neighborhood, you're not safe anywhere else either.


And I ain't talking 'bout no peel nigger block
We're not talking about a fancy, safe neighborhood.


Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone
I'm wearing blue corduroys and talking on my brick phone.


Fourteen years old had to bring the shit home
Even at a young age, I had to sell drugs to make money for my family.


My sugar bear show me how to bag it up
My mentor showed me how to package and sell drugs.


Look at the block now nigger it's sold up
Our neighborhood is full of drugs and drug dealers.


I ain't playing with ya old grand poobahs
We're not interested in playing by the rules of the older generation.


South of rhyme don't make things with no cuss
In the South, we don't use curse words in our music and conversation.


Now take a picture of this eight ball sipper
Take a picture of me, someone who loves to drink and party.


Look down at my shoes blue strains
Check out my trendy blue shoes.


Goldie Loc keep this motherfucker crackin' like it
Goldie Loc is keeping the party going and energized.


The only thing I wanna hear is bang bang rappa
I just want to hear loud music and enjoy the party.


Hanging with the crew of devastation
I'm hanging out with a group of tough guys.


When we fuck around it ain't nothing consensual
When we cause trouble, it's not a friendly or consensual activity.


You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials
I party and dance so hard, that you'll need your parent's permission or approval to keep up.


Now I'm in the street, cause I lost my sheet
I'm in a tough situation because I lost something important.


But now I know where to find it
But I've figured out where to look for it and how to solve my problem.


Can't none of you customers funk like me
No one can party and dance like I do.


You better check with Snoop Doggy
If you want to know how to party, you should ask Snoop Dogg.


Why oh why do I think like that
Sometimes I wonder why I am the way I am and if it's a good thing.


If I am with the dog then you must be a cat
If you're with me, then you must be cool and have similar interests to mine.


There's a party going on in my head
I'm always ready to party and dance, even if there's no actual party happening.


While I think about the blood that we shed
Sometimes I think about the violence and bloodshed that happens in our community, even during parties.


Them party, oh get up playa play
We love parties and having fun, so let's get up and enjoy ourselves.


Back in the day, of the keeper and the keeper
In the past, we used to get together and smoke weed with our friends.


Gettin' high with your friends and smokin' the reefer
We loved to smoke weed with our friends, and it was a big part of our community.


And pound fro pound we were the baddest in town
We were the toughest and most badass group in our community.


You just had to get up for the endo
To get the best weed, you had to get up and go find it.


Hanging with the snoopatronics bobble
I'm hanging out with Snoop Dogg and his cool friends.




Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, DENAUN PORTER, DENAUN M PORTER, KEIWAN SPILLMAN, LARRY TROUTMAN, ROGER TROUTMAN, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS

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