Cali Sunshine (feat. 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

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 can get touched, any bitch can get fucked

Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks

They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that **** cheap

'Cause your body might wash up by the courts of Venice Beach

Ain't shit sweet but my swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my liquor

Cali chickens go to the Ada strip and come back a little thicker

With more ass than Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love

We make it rain like Rain Man when he played with the glove

I'm the King to you pawn ****, Punisher, Spawn ****

Playing in green, Paul Pierce to you LeBron ****

We done barbeque, front and back lawn ****

Summer Jam, throw your ass off stage, Akon ****

We drink Kool-Aid with the ice on your arm, ****

Take that Champion hoodie 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 moving cars

Remember New Jersey Drive was like an 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 in Impalas with the windows tinted

I duck shots where Venus and Serena used to play tennis

And they never came back, like throwing 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

**** roll up on you, now you stuck in that Harold and Caine trap

If you slipping in Hollywood and you get your chain snatched

I know some **** that owe some ****, 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

**** 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 halfway go to church

Tell you the truth, shit, right now I'm in a fucking 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 a MC Ren here

Where he been, I've been there, that Lambo, I'm in there

Hotter than the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there

Top off the Murcielago, like Victoria's Secret swimwear

So listen, I'm so sincere, 'bout to work out, like gym-wear

Murder MTV's Top 10 and tat my face with ten tears

That's ten funerals, ten caskets

Ten three-piece Ralph Lauren suits, ten motorbikes stopping traffic

And ten reasons why I got California hotter than acid

Don't you ever ever leave me off the Top 10, you fucking 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