JL Ortega y Bossolo - California Sunshine (con Ras Kass)

[Intro]
Yeah! Song beautiful, JL Ortega and my nigga Ras Kass...
Bossolo, yeah, aha!
It's like South Central in the Summertime, Summertime...


[Bossolo]
Summertime in Killah Cali like South Central
California fundamentals stay away from Winchell’s
Chuck Tee’s house shoes love the west dido
full of Crips and Bloods baby mama becoming widos
Ghetto so lovely when the summer come around
see the homies out the pen little kids on the playground
dogs running around nobody calin the pound
ink on the body bomb ass freaks
Southern Cali and it goes down at the beach
see the beautiful skies in the hood as we ride
everybody outside having fun living their lives
hundred spoke dees at the car shop patients
Alpine hooked up summer vacation
palm trees bomb weed dogs and locs
in the heart of the west don't smoke don't choak
think smart having fun with my folks


[Estribillo]
The game want to sprinkle me, oh no, oh no.
In the summertime dipping impalas and low lows, low lows (Bossolo).
The game chose me streets know me California Sunshine (Yeah, California),
This the way we roll This a be riding in the California (JL Ortega) Sunshine Sunshine.


[Ras Kass]
85 degrees, Tropical Breeze
Street line with palm trees
vaping Bob wig
girls booty shorts look fine as fuck
fucking fruit punch pass the red cup
we got they parties on the weekend
pool parties I was smashing on the defendant
after parties at the grammy party
after hours after the club closed I'm bringing everybody
Korean town will that save the normals
rather than the blood my cousin from the limo
looking out the window from a million dollar condo
Cali Sunshine lonely gloat about no
head honcho
every color Dodger fitted
hopping out of something for and glasses tinted
yeah she spread her legs bro but me no speak español
I scramble eggs the huevos rancheros


[Estribillo]
The game want to sprinkle me, oh no, oh no.
In the summertime dipping impalas and low lows, low lows (Bossolo).
The game chose me streets know me California Sunshine (Yeah, California),
This the way we roll This a be riding in the California (JL Ortega) Sunshine Sunshine.


[Bossolo]
I love the West like I love myself
so aint drinkin no liquor Nigga that's bad for my health
under California palm trees some smoke weed
having fun in the sun Riverside to the CPT
we ride straight Loco bouncin in a 4 door
Cadillac & Regals this how we drive low
low riden bouncin straight dippin
red and blue it’s official some crippin
some bloodin and some hustlin flippin
M O N E Y on the block steadily dippin
on the west we ryde black n brown pride
throwin up the set and some bangin eastside.
Summertime chillin
Mad like a villian in the swimming pool
or at the park just chillin
killin 40tys never try to jinx
while i’m mackin to these fly cuties dressed in pink


[Estribillo]
The game want to sprinkle me, oh no, oh no.
In the summertime dipping impalas and low lows, low lows (Bossolo).
The game chose me streets know me California Sunshine (Yeah, California),
This the way we roll This a be riding in the California (JL Ortega) Sunshine Sunshine.


[Rass Kass]
Yeah, Bossolo the one boss...
JL Ortega, you know what it is, LA 2 Spain.


[Estribillo]
The game want to sprinkle me, oh no, oh no.
In the summertime dipping impalas and low lows, low lows (Bossolo).
The game chose me streets know me California Sunshine (Yeah, California),
This the way we roll This a be riding in the California (JL Ortega) Sunshine Sunshine.