Exile - Sunny California lyrics

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Exile - Sunny California lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 n***a might run up on you at the traffic light Wind up in some heavy sh** 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 f**in' 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] I'm from the home of the three strikes And before you trust a n***a, better think twice Cause they be all in your house while you at church Come home and sh** gone, I know that hurts Come back the next day, sell you a bag of perc I know it sound bad, but I've seen worse A pimp told me "a ho is just an open purse" A ho told me a pimp don't see what she worth Think that a shame, that's the game and we all in it Hollywood, don't take it personal, it's all business Understood, candy painted cars dippin' throughout the hood E&J, Optimo's and Backwood's All the little homies wanna be like Suge Attitude like "I wish a n***a would" But it's all good where I stay Sunny Californ-I-A [Hook] [Outro] I'm from the home of the three strikes And before you trust a n***a, better think twice, think twice From the home of the three strikes And before you trust a n***a, better think twice, better think twice