Cali Sunshine

Текст песни The Game - Cali Sunshine <br/> [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 />( )<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]