Cali sunshine

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[Verse 1]
[Chor[D]us]
California sunshine,
in [Em]the summer [D]time
[Am][D]
[Em]California [D]sunshine,
[Em]in t[D]he summe[Em]r time
California [D]sunshine,
in the [Em]summer time
California [D]sunshine,
[Dm]in the summe[Em]r time

[Verse 2]
Last [D]year, Jazze Phe [Dm]got stuck up
inside the grand Lux,
[Em]Most recent was 50 in Angola,
that's what's up,
Any [D]rapper could [Dm]touched,
any bitch could get [D]fucked,
Under the [Em]California sun,
impalas and big trucks,
They say Suge got [Dm]knocked out, but
don't play that nigga [D]cheap,
Cause [Em]you're body might wash up by
the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain't [D]shit sweet but [Dm]my Swisher, ain't
shit buzzin' but my liquor,
Cali [Em]chickens got to the 80's strip
and come back a little thicker,
With [D]more ass then [Dm]Delicious,
that's my flavor of [D]love,
We make [Em]it rain like Rain- man,
when he play with the glove,
I'm [D]the king to [Dm]you pawn niggas,
punisher, spawn, niggas,
[Em]Playin' in green,
Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
We [Dm]them barbecue,
front and back lawn niggas,
[Em]Summer Jam,
throw your ass offstage Akon niggas,
[D]We drink Koo[Dm]l- Aid with the ice
on your arm nigga,
[Em]Take that Champion hoody off in the California [D]sunshine

[Interlude 1]
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[D][Dm][Em]
[D][Dm][Em]
[D][Em]

[Verse 3]
[Chorus] [D]I'm in
my drop top Phantom,
down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't [Em]find Biggies killers
so we gave Diddy a star,
[D]And I'm by far,
Hollywood boulevard,
But I'm from a [Em]boulevard that taught yall to
shoot out of moving cars,
Remember[D],
New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace,
And [Em]Belly was like the sequel
without O- Dogg in it,
Give me a [D]New York minute,
To show you [Dm]Cali got more dead [Em]bodies then
the Yankees got New York pennants,
Cause we [D]Dodgers [Dm]and Impalas with
the windows tin[D]ted,
I duck [Em]shots where Venus
and Sarena used to play tennis,
And they [D]never came back,
like throwin' [Dm]a boomerang [D]flat,
See me, I'm [Em]posted like a Cincinnati
pitcher in the same hat,
It's like [D]a scene from a movie,
when the screen fade black,
Niggas roll [Em]up on you, Now you stuck
in that Harold and Cane trap,
If you slippin' in Holly[D]wood,
and you get your chain snatched,
I know [Em]some niggas that know some niggas,

[Interlude 2]
I'll get your chain back.
[D][Dm][Em]
[D][Dm][Em]
[D][Dm][Em]
[D][Em]

[Verse 4]
[Chor[D]us]
Niggas already [Dm]know who had

[Verse 5]
the marijuana first,
We [Em]birthed haze and sour diesel,
I was there when the water burst,
Hell nah we don't [D]surf,
We [Dm]half way go to [D]church,
Tell you the [Em]truth, shit,
right now I'm in the fuckin' hearse,
And [D]it ain't [Dm]my night
to get buried in the dirt
But it [Em]is your day to get
buried by a verse,
[D]It'll be another ten years before
you see an MC [Dm]Ren here,
[Em]Where he been, I been there,
that Lambo, I'm in there,
Hotter then the beginning of [Dm]my career
with 50, Dre and [D]Em there,
Top [Em]off the Murcialago like Victoria's
Secret swim swear,
[D]So listen, I'm so [Dm]sincere,
bout to work out [D]like gym wear,
[Em]Murder MTV's top ten,
and tat my face with 10 tears,
That's [D]10 funerals, [Dm]10 caskets,
[Em]10 3- piece Ralph Lauren suits,
10 motorbikes stopping traffic,
[D]And 10 reas[Dm]ons why I got California
hotter than acid,
Don't [Em]you ever, ever leave me out of
the top 10 you fuckin' bastards
Blow
[D][Chorus]

[Outro 1]
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