Phora
Phora - Sunny California lyrics
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[Verse 1:] C-A-L-I-FORN-I-A I don't know where the fuck you've been If you don't know my name Phora tag on the wall so they know I came I ain't got no sleep for the past four-five days But I'm still asking around what's poppin tonight And my boys said he's trying to paint a spot but I might Go and kick it with my girl I always end up in some trouble G But if you need some weed, hit my nigga Double G Wanna see how the west rolls, then come with me In the benz bumppin I got love and we drunk Bumpin G fuck, 90 miles an hour over speed bumps Yellin rest in peace NATE D-O-Double G I'm bringing the funk back, the west was never dead We were just having too much fun jack I'm from that, sunny C-A and you must admit We're getting down aren't we If you're from the west, bump this at your house party nigga [Hook:] Sunny California, Dime pieces and bomb bud Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast California, Dime pieces and bomb bud Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast [Verse 2:] Ain't nothing like that California weather Summer breeze and palm trees, nothing feels better Than the sand between your toes, and the mist from the ocean Chillin at the beach with a dime piece smokin on a fattie Yeah she calls me Papi not Daddy, Oh how I love these women You meet in Cali, from the dark skin beauties to the thick latinas Crazy white girls, can't forget ya'll neither The only radio station I bump is K-DAY, 93.5 on the 1-0-1 freeway With the windows down, my CD spinning Catch me in your town you gonna see me grinnin Cause I"m loving life and I ain't got no time for a hater I'm just on the grind for some paper West Coast tatted on my wrist, and if you got the outline of Cali Tatted you the shit, crusin downtown under city lights We rock chucks and white tees nigga get it right Barbeques and Laker games, we just living life But them beautiful Cali days can turn to wicked nights So watch your back nigga [Hook:] Sunny California, Dime pieces and bomb bud Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast California, Dime pieces and bomb bud Throw yo fuckin dubs up, West Coast, West Coast [Verse 3:] Look I say West, West (West, West) Say West, West (West, West) Say CALIF-ORN-I-A (CALIF-ORN-I-A) CALIF-ORN-IA (CALIF-ORN-I-A) Say West Coast (West Coast) West Coast (West Coast) Now say Sunny C-A (Sunny C-A) Sunny C-A (Sunny C-A) 7-1-4 to the 5-62 8-1-8 always show love when I slide through 3-2-3 to the 6-2-6 ya'll know how to get down To that West Coast shit 2-1-3 to 9-0-9, throw them fuckin dubs up when I roll by 6-1-9 to the 7-6-0, put that bitch in cruise control And let it just roll, aye aye, let it just roll Put that bitch in cruise control and let it just roll Aye look, let it just roll, put that bitch In cruise control and let it just roll [Outro:] Yeah, let it just roll Aye, let that bitch roll Just let it roll, just let it roll Sunny California is my home nigga