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 Pha got stuck up inside the Grand Lux
The 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 swisha, ain't shit buzzin' but my liquor
Cali chickens go to the Ada strip and come back a little thicker
With more ass then Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love
We make it rain like Rain Man, when he play with the glove
I'm the king to you pawn niggas, Punisher, Spawn niggas
Playin' in green, Paul Piss 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
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 Biggie's killers so we gave Puffy a star
And I'm by far, Hollywood Boulevard
But I'm from a boulevard
That taught y'all how to shoot out of movin' cars
Remember, New Jersey drivers like in East Coast Menace
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dog in it
Give me a New York minute to show you Cali got more dead bodies
Than the Yankees got New York pennants
'Cause we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted
I duck shots where Venus and Serena used to play tennis
And they never came back like throwin' a boomerang flat
See me, I'm posted like a Cincinnati 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 heroine and 'caine 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
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 birthdays in 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 'fore you see an MC Ren here
Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there
Hotter than the beginnin' of my career with 50, Dre and Em' there
Top off the Murcielago like Victoria's Secret swimswear
So listen, I'm so sincere 'bout to work out like gym wear
Murder MTV's Top 10 and tat my face with 10 tears
That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets
10 3 piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stoppin' 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
Bilal
California sunshine in the summer time
California sunshine in the summer time
California sunshine in the summer time
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 Pha got stuck up inside the Grand Lux
The 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 swisha, ain't shit buzzin' but my liquor
Cali chickens go to the Ada strip and come back a little thicker
With more ass then Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love
We make it rain like Rain Man, when he play with the glove
I'm the king to you pawn niggas, Punisher, Spawn niggas
Playin' in green, Paul Piss 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
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 Biggie's killers so we gave Puffy a star
And I'm by far, Hollywood Boulevard
But I'm from a boulevard
That taught y'all how to shoot out of movin' cars
Remember, New Jersey drivers like in East Coast Menace
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dog in it
Give me a New York minute to show you Cali got more dead bodies
Than the Yankees got New York pennants
'Cause we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted
I duck shots where Venus and Serena used to play tennis
And they never came back like throwin' a boomerang flat
See me, I'm posted like a Cincinnati 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 heroine and 'caine 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
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 birthdays in 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 'fore you see an MC Ren here
Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there
Hotter than the beginnin' of my career with 50, Dre and Em' there
Top off the Murcielago like Victoria's Secret swimswear
So listen, I'm so sincere 'bout to work out like gym wear
Murder MTV's Top 10 and tat my face with 10 tears
That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets
10 3 piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stoppin' 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
Bilal
California sunshine in the summer time
California sunshine in the summer time
California sunshine in the summer time
California sunshine in the summer time