Coolin' In Cali Lyrics

7a3 - Coolin' In Cali Lyrics

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Coolin' In Cali Lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]

Coolin in Cali, goin far

Introduction to a brand new star

Comin from the west - Hollywood

Best believe, to go we're good

Baskin in the sunshine, drink a little wine

A tender cutie, yo, you know I'm gonna find

Livin on the beach underneath palm trees

Wear my shorts to show off the knees

That's the life, yo, you wanna live it

Do what I do, anything, you would give it

Like Sinatra do it my way

Job is the work, gettin paid the play

Cause I'm



(Coolin in Cali)

(Coolin in Cali)



[ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]

Want some of this, well, I have no crew

You wanna do me harm, get the old (1-2)

Combination, makin all bells ring

A fighter and a lover, yo, I'm good at everything

Geffentown, so watch what you see

My word is bond, and this is gonna be

A frenzy of fun, man, it's insanity

(Is he crazy?) Forget the vanity

I like the path, though the road is dark

Make you move and groove as I make my mark

In history, leavin no mystery

Don't like defeat, goin for victory



(Coolin)

(Coolin in Cali)

(Coolin in Cali)



[ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]

Like a Snicker I satisfy

Overcome? Don't even try

Chillin like a villain, but I live like a king

This is Cali (Cali) you know how I swing

Look around, take in the beauty

Not to mention all the fly cuties

Keep your arm pumpin as the two break wild

Listen to the music, enjoy the style

I wanna party, yes, have some fun

The night is young and we just begun

So come along upon a journey to a land unknown

Deliver you from evil and bring you home



(Coolin in Cali)

(Coolin in Cali)



(Clap your hands)

(To what he's doin)



(Clap) (clap) (clap) (clap) (clap your hands)

(Clap your hands)

(Clap your hands)



[ VERSE 4: Bret E.B. ]

Not a game, don't play me like Calico

I get punani because you love the dicko

Drink a Mai Thai, sit in the sand

Rock the house - you know I can

The energzier make you all go 'oy!'

I'm worth a million, you're just a toy

I buy my brew, yes, all year round

You're lookin for what I have found

California girls - in bikinis

Make a wish, cause I'm your djini

The way I'm livin, you think it's a dream

Break your neck to be down with the scene



(Coolin in)

(Coolin in)



[ VERSE 5: Bret E.B. ]

You and I (I, I...) what it is

Droppin science, takin care of biz

7A3 - immortal majesty

Here's the order, and it's gonna be

California boy raised in East New York

Gettin paid top dollar for the way that I talk

Listen to my words, cause the teacher must teach

Take a sentence and rhythm, commence to speak

Native of Brooklyn, live in L.A.

Chill in the crib, write the rhymes to say

And when it's over, the pen is smokin and worn

Coolin in Cali, peace - I'm gone