Just another day in West Side LA
But it's Cali love baby, from the south to the Bay
Southern California, that's where I stay
Raised in Santa Monica, pacific Palisades
On the west side of town
That where they know me round
It's where we smoke trees and breezies get down
It's where it's so easy to burn bleezies
And when you see the homies, please G
Give 'em a pound

Yeah
Yeah
Doing things my way
Blowing trees, driving down Pacific Coast Highway
Shit, why you think it's called the high-way?
Don't try to violate
I'm on some perfect DM shit
My day
Plain white Ts, Levi jeans, that's the bomb sneeze
Got a grip of medical in my hand, call that some palm trees
Speaking of palm trees, we pass em on Sunset
Harnt on the bluffs, rolling blunts, as the sun sets
It's a bet
Blackjack
Me play it at Merango
Pechanga
Indian casinos, then Benihana
Yo, girl, Amanda
What's her name, Tanya?
Russian girls love waking up to them mañana
Couldn't be West Los without the mexicans
Creeping on Latina females, they sexy, damn
And I gotta love them Southern Cali blonde chicks
They good girls, but quick to do some wrong shit
Pregaming with the gin and
Juice and tonic
Friday night, getting right, bumping the chronic
Nothing, but strong shit
Up in, my bong rip
Sunday was a good day
Like the Lakers beat the Supersonics
Shoutout to Ice Cube
Finishin' first, even though I'm a nice dude
Watch me take a puff, and do what I do best
Right, just another day on the motherfuckin' West Side

[HOOK]

It don't matter where you from
It don't matter where you goin'
It don't matter if you're flyin' coach, or ridin' Boeing, man
The greatest city in the world
Laid-back lifestyle, and the hottest girls
That's just my style, call me crazy
It's doesn't faze me
I'm steady getting Hazy
In the 310, or 323
The home of me
C-H-E-T

This is LA
We doin' things with ease
Warm desert sun, cool ocean breeze
So-Cal steeze, big trees, double Ds
Treatin' money like In-N-Out, double cheese
Cause my styles is like an animal
From here to Panama
My flow got too much stamina
Other MCs are just too amateur
So I damage 'em
In the booth with my homies and my manager
Flipping up the game like a spatula
Havin a
Good time, bumping Pac
I ain't mad at'cha
I ain't trying to boast
Just trying to represent to the fullest
The West Coast
Pale like a ghost
But let me propose a toast
To makin the most out of life, of course
If you ain't doing that, what you doing
Stacking dollar bills to the height of Patrick Ewing
Party in B-Hills
Girls in the back screwing
If you tryin' to start drama, let the drama keep brewin'
Cause even in the burbs, kids don't take jack
From the hatin' motherfucker talk back at your ball crack
Meanwhile, your girl's on my ballsack
She said she's falling for me
I told her, fall back
Ya mallrat, you ain't want all that
I'm singing in the song, but it's still all rap
Smokin in the Cali Haze
Cruising in the whip, ridin through the Pallisades
These are the best days, so I probably should sign
Trying to add Chet Haze to the Hollywood sign

[HOOK]

It don't matter where you from
It don't matter where you goin'
It don't matter if you're flyin' coach, or ridin' Boeing, man
The greatest city in the world
Laid-back lifestyle, and the hottest girls
That's just my style, call me crazy
It's doesn't faze me
I'm steady getting Hazy
In the 310, or 323
The home of me
C-H-E-T