Letra Cali Sunshine de The Game original
Chorus 4X> California sunshine In the summer time Oh... Verse 1> 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 swisher Ain't shit buzzin but my liquor Cali chickens got to the 'A' to 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 play with the glove I'm the king to you pawn niggaz, Punisher, Spawn niggaz Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggaz We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggaz Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggaz We drink kool-aid with the ice on your arm nigga Take that champion hoody off In the California sunshine... Chorus 4X> California sunshine In the summer time Oh... Verse 2> I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire Boulevard We can't find Biggie's killer So we gave Puffy a star And I'm by far, Hollywood Boulevard But I'm from a boulevard That tought y'all how to shoot out of moving cars Remember, 'New Jersey Drive' Was like a 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 Then 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 Harold and Caine trap If you slippin in Hollywood And you get your chain snatched I know some niggaz that owe some niggaz I'll get your chain back Chorus 4X> California sunshine In the summer time Oh... Verse 3> Niggaz already know who had the marijuana first We birthed haze and sour diesel I was there when the water burst Hell naw 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 before you see an Mc Ren here Where he been I been there That Lambo, I'm in there Hotter then the beginning of my career With 50, Dre and Em there Top off the Murcielago like Victoria's Secret swim swear So listen, I'm so sincere About to work out like gym wear Murder MTV's top ten, then 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 Blaow! Chorus 4X> California sunshine In the summer time Oh...