The Game feat. Bilal - Cali Sunshine текст песни

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

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

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

The Game , Bilal - Cali Sunshine

Текст песни Cali Sunshine - The Game , Bilal