Cali Sunshine by The Game Lyrics
[Intro: The Game, Bilal]
California sunshine
California sunshine
Good morning, Los Angeles, it's a scorching day in our sun land, taking a look at our highs today (California sunshine in the summertime)
Ninety-five degrees in downtown (Oh, you blow my mind)
God damn, it's hot out this motherfucker
High nineties in the valley
Along the beaches, you'll get temperatures in the eighties
And nothing but clear skies (California sunshine)
Along the rest of our sun land later today, expect temperatures in the eighties and low nineties (Ayo, Bilal, what's up? In the summertime)
Bringing some records out in Compton, expect only sunny skies (California sunshine in the summertime)
And out in the Inland Empire it's going to be really, really hot (California sunshine)
And even hotter weather is expected for the rest of the week (In the summertime)
With triple digit temperatures on the way (California sunshine)
Stay cool, California, it's going to be a really, really hot summer (In the summertime)
[Verse 1: The 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 bitch can get fucked
Under the California sun, Impalas and big trucks
They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that nigga cheap
'Cause your body might wash up by the courts of Venice Beach
Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzing but my liquor
Cali' chickens go to the A to strip and come back a little thicker
With more ass than Deelishis, 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 niggas, Punisher, Spawn niggas
Playing in green, Paul Pierce to you LeBron niggas
We done barbequed, front and back lawned niggas
Summer Jam, throw your ass off stage, Akon niggas
We drink Kool-Aid with the ice on your arm, nigga
Take that Champion hoodie off in the California sunshine
[Chorus: 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: The Game]
I'm in my drop top Phantom down Wilshire Boulevard
We can't find Biggie's killers, 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 Drive was 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
'Cause we Dodgers in Impalas with the windows tinted
I duck shots where 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
Niggas 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 niggas that owe some niggas, I'll get your chain back
[Chorus: 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: The Game]
Niggas already know who had the marijuana first
We birthed Haze and Sour Diesel, I was there when the water burst
Hell nah, we don't surf, we halfway go to church
Tell you the truth, shit, right now I'm in a fucking 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 'fore you see an 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 ten and tat my face with ten tears
That's ten funerals, ten caskets
Ten three-piece Ralph Lauren suits, ten motorbikes stopping traffic
And ten reasons why I got California hotter than acid
Don't you ever, ever leave me out the top ten, you fucking bastards, Bilal
[Chorus: 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
California sunshine
California sunshine
Good morning, Los Angeles, it's a scorching day in our sun land, taking a look at our highs today (California sunshine in the summertime)
Ninety-five degrees in downtown (Oh, you blow my mind)
God damn, it's hot out this motherfucker
High nineties in the valley
Along the beaches, you'll get temperatures in the eighties
And nothing but clear skies (California sunshine)
Along the rest of our sun land later today, expect temperatures in the eighties and low nineties (Ayo, Bilal, what's up? In the summertime)
Bringing some records out in Compton, expect only sunny skies (California sunshine in the summertime)
And out in the Inland Empire it's going to be really, really hot (California sunshine)
And even hotter weather is expected for the rest of the week (In the summertime)
With triple digit temperatures on the way (California sunshine)
Stay cool, California, it's going to be a really, really hot summer (In the summertime)
[Verse 1: The 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 bitch can get fucked
Under the California sun, Impalas and big trucks
They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that nigga cheap
'Cause your body might wash up by the courts of Venice Beach
Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzing but my liquor
Cali' chickens go to the A to strip and come back a little thicker
With more ass than Deelishis, 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 niggas, Punisher, Spawn niggas
Playing in green, Paul Pierce to you LeBron niggas
We done barbequed, front and back lawned niggas
Summer Jam, throw your ass off stage, Akon niggas
We drink Kool-Aid with the ice on your arm, nigga
Take that Champion hoodie off in the California sunshine
[Chorus: 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: The Game]
I'm in my drop top Phantom down Wilshire Boulevard
We can't find Biggie's killers, 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 Drive was 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
'Cause we Dodgers in Impalas with the windows tinted
I duck shots where 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
Niggas 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 niggas that owe some niggas, I'll get your chain back
[Chorus: 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: The Game]
Niggas already know who had the marijuana first
We birthed Haze and Sour Diesel, I was there when the water burst
Hell nah, we don't surf, we halfway go to church
Tell you the truth, shit, right now I'm in a fucking 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 'fore you see an 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 ten and tat my face with ten tears
That's ten funerals, ten caskets
Ten three-piece Ralph Lauren suits, ten motorbikes stopping traffic
And ten reasons why I got California hotter than acid
Don't you ever, ever leave me out the top ten, you fucking bastards, Bilal
[Chorus: 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