Exile - Sunny Ca. lyrics

[Intro] Say CA...all day! Shawn, Ex, what up CA all day [Verse 1 - Fashawn] I wake up in the mornin' with a appetite For money, gotta make sure that he right Best weed keep me higher then a satellite Where I'm from, life's a gamble, grab the dice 'Fore I leave, pray to God, then I grab my Nikes Remember those times I knew I had to fight n***a might run up on you at the traffic light Wind up in some heavy sh** if you packin' light Now a days, strap up, they ain't packin' nice Streets made of ice, slip, that's your life To live and die in CA, from the home of PA Guaranteed to make it pop like a f**in' briefcase Come where I stay, not too far from the Bay About two-hundred-twenty miles from LA You'll find FC in the middle of the state Valley of the kings where it all takes place [Hook 1] And they say that it never rains in Central California, California And they say that if you don't watch your back, they'll run up on ya, run up on ya And they say that it never rains in Central California, California And they say that if you don't watch your back, they'll run up on ya, run up on ya Take your life, take your soul So I think twice, the streets is cold And that's how it goes Down in Sunny California, California [Verse 2 - Co$$] I'm from the city of the goon, where the deuce heavy rippin' Trey-times movin' and the tools ain't for fixin' I was raised Christian, Angels with them Devils on the shoulder Good aim and the gang's they religion The home of the rollin' 0's (Oh!) Where the Chevrolet rollin' twenty-fours Smell the doja smoke I watched my thug partners die here, so we gon' choke fire And put it in the sky like the homie's soul The Park's heartless, broad day or the darkness They won't hesitate to put some holes in your mind I'm reminded of the days, the summer of the tiny loc When n***as carry bats and wore hats with the A's Now they parlay, with gauges, macs and the K's - sh** They don't carry straps on the waist no more They carry choppers in the trunk But some things never change, ‘cuz n***as still hate po-po I'm from the home of the car clubs I'm from the home of the illest MC's - get your bars up I'm in the heart of the heart of the city Got them L-dot, A-dot, Park n***as with me Feel me [Hook 2] And they say that it never rains Southern California And they say that if you don't run your back they'll run up on ya And they say that if you don't run your back they'll run up on ya And they say that it never rains in Southern California And take your life, take your soul So I think twice, the streets is cold And that's how it goes down in Sunny California, California [Verse 3 - Mistah F.A.B.] Now you can find me in the end zone, right in the black hole Rollin' up a Barney, emptyin' out tobacco ‘Cuz I be in the streets like a speed bump Mistah always got it, holla at me if you need some Free my brother Antoine, it's me and Fashawn Addicted to retail, respect the fashion Golden State, golden child, Eddie Murphy saved me (Pause) Crazy applause, I am rod (?) G4 flights fly high above y'all Black Superman flow - high above the law Windy in my city, never been to the Chi In the itty-bitty city by the water, gettin' high I was raised by pimps, so the game I know So if I'm raised by pimps, make it rain, hell no Tickle me Elmo, but leggo my Eggo Cali sunny days, from the Bay down to Fresno [Hook 3] And they say that it never rains Northern California And they say that if you don't run your back they'll run up on ya And they say that if you don't run your back they'll run up on ya And they say that it never rains in Northern California And take your life, take your soul So I think twice, the streets is cold And that's how it goes down in Northern California [Outro] I'm from the home of the three strikes And before you trust a n***a, better think twice, think twice From the home of the three strikes And before you trust a n***a, better think twice, better think twice