California sunshine, in the summer time
year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, thats up, Any could touched, any bitch could get fucked, Under the California sun, and big trucks, They say Suge got knocked out, but dont play nigga cheap, Cuz youre body might up by the courts at Venice Beach, Aint shit sweet but my Swisher, aint shit but my liquor, Cali got to the 80s strip and come back a little thicker, more ass then Delicious, thats my Flavor of Love, We make it like Rainman, when he play with the glove, Im the to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas, in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas, We barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, Summer Jam, your ass offstage Akon niggas, We drink Kool Aid with the ice on arm nigga, Take that Champion hoody off in the sunshine
Im in my top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard, We cant find killers so we gave Diddy a star, And Im by far, boulevard, but Im from a boulevard that tought yall to out of moving cars, Remember, New Jersey drivers like a Coast menace, And Belly was like the sequel O-Dogg in it, Give me a New minute, to you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants, Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the tinted, I duck shots where Venus and used to play tennis, And they never back, like throwin a boomerang flat, See me, Im posted a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat, Its like a scene a movie, when the screen fade black, Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that and Cane trap, If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get chain snatched, I know some niggas that some niggas, Ill get your chain back.
Niggas know who had the marijuana first, We birthed and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst, Hell nah we dont surf, We way go to church, Tell you the truth, shiit, now Im in the fuckin hearse, And it aint my to get buried in the dirt But it is your day to get by a verse, Itll be ten years before you see an MC Ren here, he been, I been there, that Lambo, Im in there, Hotter then the of my career with 50, Dre and Em there, Top off the Murcialago like Victorias Secret swear, So listen, Im so sincere, bout to out like gym wear, Murder MTVs top ten, and tat my with 10 tears, 10 funerals, 10 caskets, 10 3-piece Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic, And 10 reasons why I got California than acid, Dont you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you bastards Blaow.