Cali Niggaz
The Game Lyrics


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The Game Speaking
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From California
Born in Seminole Hospital nigga,
November 29, 1979
On some G shit
My moms ain't scream or nothing
And I ain't never cried nigga

The Game [Screwed]
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Motherfucker I'm from Compton, the hub city,
I brought some thugs with me,
That'll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly,
Drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
Love Tupac to death and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the west side,
Where them Tec's fly,
Dope boys drive them S5's,
Come smoke and get the best high,
Who the fuck said the west died,
You dead, this the left side,
I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them with poker faces,
Red rag, pull it down so they know it's Jayceon,
Riding down Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
High speed burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My life real like it was directed by Hype Williams,
I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
The more gang banging, the more killing,
The more drug dealing,
The more cap peeling.
We all [Cali Niggaz]

Ya Boy [Screwed]
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Ay, From Frisco,
Never rode a 6-4,
They might ghost ride, ghost ride,
But Ya Boy is low pro.
Stay on the low though,
Black Tims, Lacross polo,
Black peekhole,
Long nose 4-4.
Ya never got your hands dirty,
I'm outside with the grams early,
Puffing life by the gram heard me.
How's a bird,
Grinding the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a cell with my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, busting shots with my Cali Niggas,
Fucking with them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit Compton and rally niggas,
Hurricane Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
Trouble makers,
Call them big guns, rumble makers,
Let the thunderquake 'em introduce them to the undertaker.
Palm trees,
Big sun with the calm breeze,
You can call me one of the re, realest [Cali Niggas].

K-Dot [Screwed]
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Yes, Southern Cali,
Home of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally's,
Far from Vegas, but Sin City,
Abso, put me on it, chronic in the air,
Catch the vapors,
House parties, hungover through morning, see thats a [Cali Nigga]
You see I'm from the murderous blocks,
Compton, California where you'd rather get caught with your gun on you,
See it's as hot as a sauna,
And in the winter time, niggas don't walk out without kissing they momma,
Life of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop trying to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
But we gon get them and we kill em, address them as some Hally niggas.
Never the more they say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was ditching class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial catching fades over dice games.
That's one years ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot [Cali Nigga]
I am a good dude to work with,
Destroy your life or destroy these rap verses,
Life's a bitch,
So I buy whatever she wants, and hope heaven can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game until I see her on the couch roaming this earth surface,
At first I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
Dehydrated,
Hungry, frustrated,
One of the greatest [Cali Niggas]

Dubb [Screwed]
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Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Wall Street like a stock broker,
Then I'm back to the hood where they pop toasters,
Every nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers,
Selling crack in the hood with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm shitting on everything moving,
This on my chain ain't a label it's a movement,
Fuck with caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
Look, I shoot arms like heroin addicts,
Look, a hater shit get drastic,
You my son, they kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet going nuts,
Bitches hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
You want beef? What the fuck is up?

If so when we meet, I got heat for these [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the realest will feel something,
That's why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling,
When you shit on the drop my shit pumping,
A spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and Hurricane riding in an S5,
Snatch a nigga up, take him for a test drive,
Tie the nigga up, show him how the west ride,
South Central LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
Where the best was born,
Make sure your vest is worn,
Cause nigga's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
Nigga's will split ya deck, then pull your card,
Just try to act hard on the boulevard,
You know it's me in the coupe when I'm speeding through,
The fiend's say I whip colt like a vehicle.
It's three birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
With them three, I take over the whole strip,
No shit,
The skinny nigga is no bitch,
Know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali Niggas]

Jay-Rock [Screwed]
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Crusing through my hood to see whats good,
My block considered Death Row but we ain't never signed to Shug,
California, I got my heart in it,
Disrespect, get ya shot, like I'm bartending.
Me and Game we blood brothers with different pops,
He the seed of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts.
Hubbing a dub,
Slugging a snub,
Busting at any motherfucker who be fucking with us.
This is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
Gangbang capital, crackhouses, yellow tape,
Riding through the city streets,
Cannon right under my seat,
Chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate,
Keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
South Central LA,
Nigga it's the place to be,
In my house, counting big money is the place for me.
Blow good dro, and ride G rides,
Gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits,
Black & Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we clap you fool,
Fuck the talk, bring your gat, we're blasting two's.
From the block to the booth I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]

Topic [Screwed] {The Game}
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Who the fuck want to snatch you from me?
And I don't chase bitches nigga I chase after money,
Cannibal hungry,
Trying to eat till my belly bust,
I'm Cali raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
It's boss' life nigga,
I put it down like I'm dropping the habit,
Smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce than a rabbit.
Got to have it like a crack fiend,
Counting big face hundreds till my thumbs green.
Interested in major money and power moves,
Interfere and get em wet up like a shower do,
That's how we do.
Street sweep you when we ride up on ya,
I represent that West Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit more licks than a tootsie roll,
Give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm good to go,
Slow flow,
Game cold like a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I think they better let it go,
Lyrical arsenal.
I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up}
I can't Game, my game to tight,
I'm out of sight like Haley's Comet,
Throw up my set, boss' life, like I'm sick and vomit,
Bow down to the realest, nigga pay your homage,
In the city of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma stay clutching, busting the trigger,
Talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]

Eastwood
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Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on white walls,
Big body, the same color as Lysol,
Hit the block up, if an enemy turn the lights off,
And pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his life off.
Block out!, Block out!,
Busting, watch the bike fall,
I told em about them self-self made niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on some other ish,
My goons will smother shit,
From my Piru niggas down to them Eastside Crips.
I thug like everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
He never missed the beat of my heart, and won't neither,
A true leader,
In the Ferrari two-seater,
Slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up.
I'm knocking doors down,
When I come around,
Better have a nigga cheesey, everybody face down.




I represent the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.

Overall Meaning

The song Cali Niggaz by The Game Feat. Ya Boy, K-Dot, Dubb, Jay-Rock, and Eastwood is an ode to California, a state widely known for its urban music and culture. The song is a tribute to the streets, the people, and the lifestyle that defines the essence of California. The Game, who opens up the song, introduces himself as a proud Californian, born in Seminole Hospital on November 29, 1979. He speaks about the grittiness of his hometown Compton in LA, the love he has for his idols Tupac and Biggie, and his loyalty to his gang.


The rest of the rappers who feature in the song follow a similar pattern, with each artist representing their neighborhood and city and sharing their experiences of growing up in California. Ya Boy talks about his low profile in Frisco and his gang affiliations, while K-Dot speaks about the murderous blocks of Compton where you’d rather get caught with your gun on you. Dubb raps about the block and the hood, while Jay-Rock defines himself as a Watts native and the realest. Lastly, Eastwood claims Inglewood and talks about his everyday hustling.


The song paints the picture of the California lifestyle, the struggles, the pride, and the resilience in the face of adversity. It is an ode to the people who live in this state and the unique culture they nurture.


Line by Line Meaning

From California, born in Seminole Hospital nigga, November 29, 1979, on some G shit, my moms ain't scream or nothing, and I ain't never cried nigga
I am from California, specifically born in Seminole Hospital on November 29, 1979, and I come from a gangster lifestyle. When I was born, my mother didn't make any noise, and I never cried either.


Motherfucker I'm from Compton, the hub city, I brought some thugs with me, that'll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly, drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky, love Tupac to death and still bump Biggie.
I hail from Compton, the hub city, and I have gang members with me that can quickly facilitate drug dealing. I get around in a Cutlass Supreme with gold D's, and enjoy smoking weed while listening to Tupac's music, while still enjoying The Notorious B.I.G.'s music.


Welcome to the west side, where them Tec's fly, dope boys drive them S5's, come smoke and get the best high, who the fuck said the west died, you dead, this the left side, I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my Cali Niggas.
Come and visit the west side of California where gangsters carry Tec-9s and drug dealers drive Audi S5s. We can smoke weed together and enjoy the best high. If anyone says that the west is dead, they will be shot by me using a Heckler & Koch gun in support of my fellow Cali gang members.


Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my Cali Niggas. Leave them with poker faces, red rag, pull it down so they know it's Jayceon, riding down Wilshire, 07 Charger, K&M Filter, high speed burning it up for my Cali Niggas.
I make drug deals with my gang members, and after we're done conducting our business, we enjoy smoking marijuana while playing poker. I often wear a red bandana to signify my affiliation with my gang while driving a 2007 Dodge Charger with a K&M Filter and speeding down Wilshire Boulevard to support my Cali Niggas.


My life real like it was directed by Hype Williams, I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling. The more gang banging, the more killing, the more drug dealing, the more cap peeling. We all Cali Niggaz
My life feels like a real-life movie directed by Hype Williams, and I had a vision of accumulating large amounts of money from the start. As my gang involvement grew, it led to more violence, drug dealing, and killing, and we all identify ourselves as Cali Niggaz.


Ay, from Frisco, never rode a 6-4, they might ghost ride, ghost ride, but Ya Boy is low pro. Stay on the low though, black Tims, Lacross polo, black peekhole, long nose 4-4.
I'm from San Francisco, and I've never owned or driven a 1964 Chevrolet Impala. Others might enjoy ghost riding or dancing on their cars, but I like to stay low-key. I wear black Timberland boots, a Lacrosse polo shirt, black pants, and a black hat with a long-nosed revolver.


Ay, from Frisco, never rode a 6-4, they might ghost ride, ghost ride, but Ya Boy is low pro. Stay on the low though, black Tims, Lacross polo, black peekhole, long nose 4-4.
I'm from San Francisco, and I've never owned or driven a 1964 Chevrolet Impala. Others might enjoy ghost riding or dancing on their cars, but I like to stay low-key. I wear black Timberland boots, a Lacrosse polo shirt, black pants, and a black hat with a long-nosed revolver.


Yes, Southern Cali, home of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally's, far from Vegas, but Sin City, Abso, put me on it, chronic in the air, catch the vapors, house parties, hungover through morning, see that's a Cali Nigga
Yes, I'm from Southern California, where Chuck Taylor shoes are more popular than Bally's. Although we're far from Las Vegas, we still have our own Sin City. I enjoy smoking marijuana in the air and experiencing the high. We have wild house parties and wake up hungover in the morning because that's just a Cali Nigga's lifestyle.


If so when we meet, I got heat for these Cali Niggas. When I spit, the realest will feel something, that's why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling, when you shit on the drop my shit pumping, a spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
If anyone wants to start trouble with my Cali Niggas, I have weapons to defend us. My rap lyrics are authentic and relatable, which is why I continue to hustle and sell drugs while also making music. We make a lot of money, and it's like receiving mail in a mailbox - the bills keep coming in.


I'm knocking doors down, when I come around, better have a nigga cheesey, everybody face down. I represent the city, the home of the Lakers, Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.
I am a force to be reckoned with, and when I arrive, everyone should be ready to offer bribes. I represent Inglewood, the home of the Los Angeles Lakers, and we hustle to chase money and live an authentic life as Cali Niggas.


Crusing through my hood to see what's good, my block considered Death Row but we ain't never signed to Shug, California, I got my heart in it, disrespect, get ya shot, like I'm bartending.
I drive around my neighborhood to see what's happening, and although my block is referred to as Death Row, we are not affiliated with Suge Knight's record company. I love California and will not tolerate anyone who disrespects me or my lifestyle, and I will shoot them without hesitation, like I'm a bartender serving shots.




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@pscotttt

shoutout to the select few who still ride with this song

@Psalms31_3

Still do in 2020✊🏽

@bloodyredpill3027

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@zekirjasabani6118

greeting from zurich...✌

@ludweagull9555

Man i grew up on this track of course i still ride to this

@alexdawe9070

Soon as that beat dropped, I was just hoping they wouldn't fucc it up lyrically, and they didn't

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@Blaze666BE

Goddamn I remember downloading this mixtape. The craziest track on here. Took me years to realize K-Dot was Kendrick, he deserves the throne of the westcoast.

@dylandevani

Yago Gutiérrez what album/mixtape is this on?

@therealtyjr

Kendrick still killing it

@jaysheeze

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