[Hook: 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
[Verse 1: Game]
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 b**h can get f**ed
Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks
They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that n***a cheap
Cus your body might wash up by the courts of Venice Beach
Ain't sh** sweet but my shwisha, ain't sh** buzzin but my liquor
Cali chickens go to the Ada strip and come back a little thicker
With more a** 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 n***as
Punisher, spawn n***as
Playing in green, Paul Pierce to you LeBron n***as
We done barbeque, front and back lawn n***as
Summer Jam, throw your a** off stage, Akon n***as
We drink Kool-Aid with the ice on your arm n***a
Take that Champion hoodie off in the California Sunshine
[Hook: 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
[Verse 2: Game]
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire Boulevard
We can't find Biggie's k**ers 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 Drivers 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
Cuz we Dodgers in Impalas with the windows tinted
I duck shots when 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
n***as 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 n***as that owe some n***as I'll get your chain back
[Hook: 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
[Verse 3: Game]
n***as already know who had the marijuana first
We birthdays in sour diesel, I was there when the water burst
Hell naw we don't surf, We halfway go to church
Tell you the truth, sh**, right now I'm in a f**ing 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 10 years before 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 10 tears
That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets
10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic
And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid
Don't you ever ever leave me off the Top 10, you f**ing ba*tards, Bilal
[Hook: 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