Tom: Gb major
Verse 1
California sunshine,
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in the summer time
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California sunshine,
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in the summer time
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in the summer time
Verse 2
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Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up
inside the grand Lux,
Em
Most recent was 50 in Angola,
that's what's up,
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Any rapper could touched,
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any bitch could get fucked,
Em
Under the California sun,
impalas and big trucks,
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They say Suge got knocked out, but
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don't play that nigga cheap,
Em
Cause you're body might wash up by
the courts at Venice Beach,
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Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't
shit buzzin' but my liquor,
Em
Cali chickens got to the 80's strip
and come back a little thicker,
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With more ass then Delicious,
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that's my flavor of love,
Em
We make it rain like Rain- man,
when he play with the glove,
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I'm the king to you pawn niggas,
punisher, spawn, niggas,
Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
front and back lawn niggas,
throw your ass offstage Akon niggas,
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We drink Kool- Aid with the ice
on your arm nigga,
Em
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Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine
Interlude 1
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Verse 3
my drop top Phantom,
down Wilshire boulevard,
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We can't find Biggies killers
so we gave Diddy a star,
Hollywood boulevard,
Em
But I'm from a boulevard that taught yall to
shoot out of moving cars,
New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace,
Em
And Belly was like the sequel
without O- Dogg in it,
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Give me a New York minute,
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To show you Cali got more dead bodies then
the Yankees got New York pennants,
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Cause we Dodgers and Impalas with
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I duck shots where Venus
and Sarena used to play tennis,
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And they never came back,
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like throwin' a boomerang flat,
Em
See me, I'm posted like a Cincinnati
pitcher in the same hat,
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It's like a scene from a movie,
when the screen fade black,
Em
Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck
in that Harold and Cane trap,
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If you slippin' in Hollywood,
and you get your chain snatched,
Em
I know some niggas that know some niggas,
Interlude 2
I'll get your chain back.
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Verse 4
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Niggas already know who had
Verse 5
the marijuana first,
Em
We birthed haze and sour diesel,
I was there when the water burst,
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We half way go to church,
Em
Tell you the truth, shit,
right now I'm in the fuckin' hearse,
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And it ain't my night
to get buried in the dirt
Em
But it is your day to get
buried by a verse,
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It'll be another ten years before
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you see an MC Ren here,
Em
Where he been, I been there,
that Lambo, I'm in there,
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Hotter then the beginning of my career
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with 50, Dre and Em there,
Em
Top off the Murcialago like Victoria's
Secret swim swear,
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So listen, I'm so sincere,
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bout to work out like gym wear,
and tat my face with 10 tears,
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That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets,
Em
10 3- piece Ralph Lauren suits,
10 motorbikes stopping traffic,
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And 10 reasons why I got California
hotter than acid,
Em
Don't you ever, ever leave me out of
the top 10 you fuckin' bastards
Blow
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[Chorus]
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