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(Hook: Dr. Dre)(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine(Fuckin' everywhereDo you know where to find me, right under that palm tree island)(Verse 1: Game)I'm goin', goin'Take a flight like a motherfuckin' BoeingAftermath, and faggot like you ain't knowin'We stack Bentleys, drive fast carsAnd fuck with multiple minagesLivin' the largest, nigga we heartlessHow could you blame us?Crooked cops, they frame usThey mad cause I'm more famous than Amos, right?Taking cookies from these rookies could be dangerous, right?Salute your motherfucking city of them Angels, right!That entertain the life, that ain't the life that we livin'Most of my niggas is better off in prisonWishin', missingThey fuckin' kids, man, they fuckin' wife, manThe double meaning only caught up with that white manTurn off the lights, man, put up the lights, manLet 'em know we still got it for the right price, manSongtexteAnd you could disappear for the right price, manThis the left culture, best know everybody get lost just...(Alternate Hook: Dr. Dre)(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine(Fuckin' everywhere)Where the beaches? Where the bitches?You know, right here, so come on in(Verse 2: Game)Well, I'm gone manThey out of Goose, get Patron thenCan't sell it, move it by the zone andThe money talk, only conversate with grown menThe paper real basic, like the birds that get flown inCalifornia hotties, like furniture in my lobbyWhere I'm from, don't you know? Nigga, drinkin' ain't a hobbyI'm bi-coastal, nigga don't make me go postalYou know I keep the Glock 9 comfy in my holsterI'm supposed to ride roastersSip bottles on Louis coastersFeed bitch niggas to the vulturesWhat, you mad cause I'm back with the doc?Money, alongside the yachtDiamonds inside of my watch, ballin'We all live playin' poker with this rap shitGame time chips on the table, you know how I getHundred thousand BenzMillion dollar checksLookin' on my city, kinda hard when you standin' through the clouds and...(Hook)(Bridge: Dre)Whenever you touchdown in Cali, be preparedCause niggas there, might put your life on the linePut your life on the linePut your life on the linePut your life on the lineIf you wonderin' where I beYou know where to find meI'll be right by that oceanDon't get it twistedIt's the fuckin' pacificCome and see, I be right by that ocean(Outro: Busta Rhymes)From comin' to follow that orderUnderstood? We comin' from the waterFrom comin' to follow that orderUnderstood? We comin' from the water(?)(Tryna' find the oceanTryna' find the oceanTryna' find the ocean) Aus Songtexte Mania