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The following lyric translation
has been translated by Neil Amin and may or may not completely convey the original
message of the song's artist. The song's original lyrics are in normal text,
translations are in italics.
California Love (feat. Dr. Dre)
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Chorus
California...knows how to party.
California...knows how to party.
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, city of Compton
We keep it rockin'! We keep it rockin'!
The sovereign territory of California recognizes
felicitous approach to carousing. Amidst the metropolitan principality
acknowledged as Los Angeles Betwixt the conurbation of laudatory Watts
Interpolated in the municipality of Compton. Our assemblage of fervid
individuals sustains a sanguine propensity! Our assemblage of fervid individuals
sustains a sanguine propensity!
Dr. Dre
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west,
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness.
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest,
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex.
I would like to take this opportunity to inveigle the
masses ardently into the wild, wild west locale. An enclave analogous to pariah
untouchable, Elliot Ness. The concordant canticle encompasses one’s auditory
range such as a pernicious projectile to the mammary glands. It is essential to
prepare an ammunition projectile deflector shield for one’s clandestine body
organs in this, the bailiwick of libidinous encounters.
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat,
The state where you'll never find a dance floor empty.
And pimps be, on a mission for them greens,
Lean mean money-makin'-machine servin' fiends.
Considering as we are enclosed in the sunshine province
comprising of the acclamatory hemp beat. This is indeed the commonwealth in
which the structures used for fast-paced limb intimate movement are never
desolate. Ridiculously clothed gentlemen in a surfeit abundance of color (namely
purple) uphold to their sortie in search of monetary deliverance. Engaging in
several acts of resplendent intimacy relations, these gents are lucrative
apparatuses.
I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes,
Ever since honeys was wearin' sassoon.
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me,
Diamonds shinin' lookin' like I robbed Liberace.
I have existed in this ambiguous “game” for well over a
decade, fabricating various contemporary congenial melodies, antecedently since
voluptuous women have adorned sassoon. At the present condition and allotment of
the year nineteen hundred and ninety-five, the elusive “they” have been
scrupulously scrutinizing my every alacrity. Consummation has brought
magnanimous wealth in the form of diamonds, denoting the appearance as one who
has just stripped the ostensible Liberace.
It's all good, from Diego to the Bay,
Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay.
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way,
Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a.
The situation is benignant, from the megalopolis of San
Diego as far reaching as San Francisco Bay. In regards to the approbatory level
of a borough, and increase is only in concomitance with monetarily prospering.
Bequeath the predisposed limb if your feelings and intents correlate. Doctor Dre
engaging in harmonious ballads for the independent area of California.
[Chorus]
Shake it shake it baby,
Shake it shake it baby.
Shake it shake it mama,
Shake it Cali.
Shake it shake it baby,
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
Actuate in a comportment of agitated maneuvering my
female counterpart.
Actuate in a comportment of agitated maneuvering my female counterpart.
Actuate in a comportment of agitated maneuvering my female matriarch.
Actuate in a comportment of agitated maneuvering California.
Actuate in a comportment of agitated maneuvering my female counterpart.
Actuate in a comportment of agitated maneuvering several times.
Tupac
Out on bail fresh outta jail,
California dreamin'.
Soon as I stepped on the scene,
I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'.
After scouring a suitable amount of currency to
alleviate surety, I promulgate myself as modernistically neoteric. Fantasizing
of California, the district in which I emanated the thoroughfare. My auditory
detection primarily assimilates the clamor of promiscuous screaming.
Fiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a west side playa,
where cowards die and it's all ball.
Only in Cali where we riot not rallies to live and die,
In L.A. we wearin' Chucks not Ballies (yeah that's right).
Acquisitively pursuing capital and intoxicants is the
entity of a prominent songwriter from the western portion of the United States
of America. Exclusively in California will one encounter anarchism rather than
serene remonstration. Inside the boundaries of one, Los Angeles, the
superincumbents embellish in “Chucks” not the demeaning “Ballies.” (Yes, that is
most indubitably valid).
Dressed in Loques and khaki suits and ride is what we do,
Flossin' but have caution we collide with other crews.
Famous cause we program worldwide,
Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans.
Raiment in Loques and khaki vests, we succor our
purpose in life. As we risk endangerment and venture into new territory in hopes
of unfurling, we embroil with expatriate aggregations. Renowned for soliciting
our admonitions globally. Let the community acknowledge our eminence from Long
Beach to the pathway of Rosecrans Avenue.
Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam, it's west side,
So you know the row won't bow down to no man.
Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre,
Steady movements vanishing into convalescent larruping
as in a superannuated ballad, I assure you this is the west aspect. Due to one’s
discernment of the aforementioned situation, the “row” will detrude itself to no
mortal. Straying from popular belief, I supplicate for the artistic orchestral
style of one, Doctor Dre.
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown,
The Bay Area and back down.
Cali is where they put they mack down,
Give me love!
With such melodious canzonets, I intend to mitigate the
streets of Los Angeles. Transforming these mentioned areas: Oakland to
Sacramento, from the San Francisco Bay area and advancing southward. California
is veritably where “players” in the “game” bequeath the innate “macking”
aptitude. Parcel out adulation!
[Chorus]
Dr. Dre.
Now make it shake...
Let the agitation begin!
Outro: Dr. Dre & Tupac
Uh, yeah, uh, Longbeach in the house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the
house, hahaha Frisco, Frisco,
(Tupac) Hey, you know LA is up in this,
Pasadena, where you at.
Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good,
(Tupac) Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece baby Sacramento, Sacramento where
ya at? Yeah.
Garbled juxtapositions, Long Beach is most definitely
located in this particular abode, uh yeah. Oakland, Yes as a matter of fact
Oakland is also most certainly in the commorancy. Frisco, Frisco. My goodness I
almost forgot to mention Los Angeles! How absent minded I feel!
I would like to inquire as to the current status and or location of Pasadena.
Yes, Inglewood, Inglewood seems to always be engaged in abominable activities.
Hollywood has the audacity to amalgamate in the mix. Sacramento, Sacramento,
where art thou? Yes.
Tupac
Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up I can't see ya.
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side.
Cause you and I know it's the best side
Disseminate it, promulgate it, disseminate it up. I do
not have the desired viewing pleasure of dissemination. I entreaty you to
agglutinate in concurrence how the act is culminated on the patronizing western
divide.
Yeah, That's right.
West coast, west coast,
Uh, California Love.
California Love.
Yes, that is equitable. Western littoral, western
littoral. Uh, California exalting. California exalting.
Just come on shake shake it baby baby baby,
Shake it mama shake it mama shake it mama, Richter scale.
I request that you actuate in a comportment of agitated
maneuvering my female counterpart. Actuate in a comportment of agitated
maneuvering my female matriarch. The scales are capsizing.
Talkin' about an earthquake on the Richter scale mama mama mama...
City of Compton,
City of Compton.
Where the girls shake their booties,
Shake it mama,
Shake it baby.
Shake shake it baby.
Shake shake it.
Computer, puter, puter, puter...
(Incongruous, unintelligible palaver.)
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