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pawn niggas, Punisher, Spawn niggas\nPlayin' in green, Paul Piss to you LeBron niggas\nWe them barbeque, front and back lawn, niggas\nSummer Jam, throw your ass offstage, Akon niggas\nWe drink Kool-Aid with the ice on your arm, nigga\nTake that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine\nCalifornia sunshine in the summer time\nCalifornia sunshine in the summer time\nCalifornia sunshine in the summer time\nCalifornia sunshine in the summer time\nI'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire Boulevard\nWe can't find Biggie's killers so we gave Puffy a star\nAnd I'm by far, Hollywood Boulevard\nBut I'm from a boulevard\nThat taught y'all how to shoot out of movin' cars\nRemember, New Jersey drivers like in East Coast Menace\nAnd Belly was like the sequel without O-Dog in it\nGive me a New York minute to show you Cali got more dead bodies\nThan the Yankees got New York pennants\n'Cause we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted\nI duck shots where Venus and Serena used to play 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Niggas roll up on you, now you stuck in that heroine and 'caine trap\n[02:34.67] If you slippin' in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched\n[02:38.28] I know some niggas that know some niggas, I'll get your chain back\n[02:40.90] California sunshine in the summer time\n[02:46.34] California sunshine in the summer time\n[02:52.70] California sunshine in the summer time\n[02:59.07] California sunshine in the summer time\n[03:04.46] Niggas already know who had the marijuana first\n[03:08.07] We birthdays in sour diesel, I was there when the water burst\n[03:10.77] Hell 'nah we don't surf, we half way go to church\n[03:14.43] Tell you the truth, shit, right now I'm in the fuckin' hearse\n[03:17.10] And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt\n[03:20.73] But it is your day to get buried by a verse\n[03:23.40] It'll be another ten years 'fore you see an MC Ren here\n[03:27.02] Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there\n[03:29.73] Hotter than the beginnin' of my career 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chain snatched\n[02:38.28] I know some niggas that know some niggas, I'll get your chain back\n[02:40.90] California sunshine in the summer time\n[02:46.34] California sunshine in the summer time\n[02:52.70] California sunshine in the summer time\n[02:59.07] California sunshine in the summer time\n[03:04.46] Niggas already know who had the marijuana first\n[03:08.07] We birthdays in sour diesel, I was there when the water burst\n[03:10.77] Hell 'nah we don't surf, we half way go to church\n[03:14.43] Tell you the truth, shit, right now I'm in the fuckin' hearse\n[03:17.10] And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt\n[03:20.73] But it is your day to get buried by a verse\n[03:23.40] It'll be another ten years 'fore you see an MC Ren here\n[03:27.02] Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there\n[03:29.73] Hotter than the beginnin' of my career with 50, Dre and Em' there\n[03:32.54] Top off the Murcielago like Victoria's Secret swimswear\n[03:35.24] So listen, I'm so 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cars\n  Remember, New Jersey drivers like in East Coast Menace\n  And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dog in it\n  Give me a New York minute to show you Cali got more dead bodies\n  Than the Yankees got New York pennants\n  'Cause we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted\n  I duck shots where Venus and Serena used to play tennis\n  And they never came back like throwin' a boomerang flat\n  See me, I'm posted like a Cincinnati pitcher in the same hat\n  It's like a scene from a movie when the screen fade black\n  Niggas roll up on you, now you stuck in that heroine and 'caine trap\n  If you slippin' in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched\n  I know some niggas that know some niggas, I'll get your chain back\n  California sunshine in the summer time\n  California sunshine in the summer time\n  California sunshine in the summer time\n  California sunshine in the summer time\n  Niggas already know who had the marijuana first\n  We birthdays in sour diesel, I was there when 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