Fashawn, Cashus King, Mistah F.A.B. - Sunny Ca. lyrics

Say CAall 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