GAME - Cali Sunshine lyrics
rate me[Chorus] <br />California sunshine, in the summer time [4x] <br /> <br />Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, <br />Most recent was 50 in Angola, that’s what’s up, <br />Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked, <br />Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks, <br />They say Suge got knocked out, but don’t play that nigga cheap, <br />Cuz you’re body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach, <br />Ain’t shit sweet but my Swisher, ain’t shit buzzin but my liquor, <br />Cali chickens got to the 80’s strip and come back a little thicker, <br />With more ass then Delicious, that’s my Flavor of Love, <br />We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove, <br />I’m the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas, <br />Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas, <br />We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, <br />Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas, <br />We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga, <br />Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />I’m in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard, <br />We can’t find Biggies’ killers so we gave Diddy a star, <br />And I’m by far, Hollywood boulevard, <br />but I’m from a boulevard that tought ya’ll to shoot out of moving cars, <br />Remember, New Jersey driver’s like a East Coast menace, <br />And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it, <br />Give me a New York minute, <br />to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants, <br />Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted, <br />I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis, <br />And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat, <br />See me, I’m posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat, <br />It’s like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black, <br />Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap, <br />If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched, <br />I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain back. <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />Niggas already know who had the marijuana first, <br />We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst, <br />Hell nah we don’t surf, We half way go to church, <br />Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I’m in the fuckin hearse, <br />And it ain’t my night to get buried in the dirt <br />But it is your day to get buried by a verse, <br />It’ll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here, <br />Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I’m in there, <br />Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there, <br />Top off the Murcialago like Victoria’s Secret swim swear, <br />So listen, I’m so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear, <br />Murder MTV’s top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears, <br />That’s 10 funerals, 10 caskets, <br />10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic, <br />And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid, <br />Don’t you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin’ bastards <br />Blaow. <br /> <br />[Chorus]<br /><br />
