Sunny CA - Fashawn, Coss, Mistah F.A.B.

Say CA… all day!

Shawn, Ex, what up

CA all day

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

Nigga might run up on you at the traffic light

Wind up in some heavy shit 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 fuckin' 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

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

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 niggas carry bats and wore hats with the A’s

Now they parlay, with gauges, macs and the K’s — shit

They don’t carry straps on the waist no more

They carry choppers in the trunk

But some things never change, ‘cuz niggas 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 niggas with me

Feel me

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

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

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

I’m from the home of the three strikes

And before you trust a nigga, better think twice, think twice

From the home of the three strikes

And before you trust a nigga, better think twice, better think twice