Sunny California - Phora

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

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

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

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

Look I say West, West (West, West)

Say West, West (West, West)

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)

714 to the 562

818 always show love when I slide through

323 to the 626 ya’ll know how to get down

To that West Coast shit

213 to 909, throw them fuckin dubs up when I roll by

619 to the 760, 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

Yeah, let it just roll

Aye, let that bitch roll

Just let it roll, just let it roll

Sunny California is my home nigga