The Game Cali Sunshine (feat. Bilal)
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California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the Grand Lux
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that’s what’s up
Any rapper could get touched, any bitch could get fucked
Under the California sun, Impalas and big trucks
They say Suge got knocked out, but don’t play that nigga cheap
Cause you’re body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach
Ain’t shit sweet but my Swisher, ain’t shit buzzin but my liquor
Cali chickens got to the 80’s strip and come back a little thicker
With more ass then Delicious, that’s my Flavor of Love
We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove
I’m the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas
Playin' in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas
We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas
Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas
We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga
Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine
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California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
I’m in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire Boulevard
We can’t find Biggies’ killers so we gave Diddy a star
And I’m by far, Hollywood Boulevard
But I’m from a boulevard that tought ya’ll to shoot out of moving cars
Remember, New Jersey driver’s like a East Coast menace
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it
Give me a New York minute
to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants
Cause we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted
I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis
And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat
See me, I’m posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat
It’s like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black
Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap
If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched
I know some niggas that know some niggas, I'll get your chain back
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California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
Niggas already know who had the marijuana first
We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst
Hell 'nah we don’t surf, we half way go to church
Tell you the truth, shit, right now I’m in the fuckin hearse
And it ain’t my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse
It’ll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here
Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I’m in there
Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there
Top off the Murcialago like Victoria’s Secret swim swear
So listen, I’m so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear
Murder MTV’s top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears
That’s 10 funerals, 10 caskets
10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic
And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid
Don’t you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin bastards
Ba-lowwww
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California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
California sunshine, in the summer time
