| It’s just another sunny day another sunny day
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| And we in the golden state
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| And you know it just don’t stop
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| (2Pac: As we slide a sunny glock till clock)
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| It’s just another sunny day and we looking to parlay
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| And you know it just don’t stop
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| (2Pac: As we slide a sunny glock till clock)
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| (Verse 1)
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| It’s goin down
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| Rollin round town through the streets
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| Bustin a left turn at the park where the homies meet
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| In the sunshine
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| Another sunny day where the girls wear mini-skirts
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| And low rider six trays
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| Money makers…
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| And locced out OG’s in the Rigo smoking out bumpin oldies
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| In the deck with mo bounce to the ounce
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| And don’t pass me no stress cause you what I m about
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| Makin money and spendin the grip
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| You see my shit payed for
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| So homeboy don’t trip
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| I got it locked down
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| In the California state
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| From city to city, worldwide
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| I make em shake
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| Steppin out the ride in my Pelle gear
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| Girls yellin out the window
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| Oh yeah Shylo come here
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| You know you can’t knock the hustle
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| It’s the way that we play
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| It’s just another sunny day in Califon-I-A |
| (Verse 2)
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| You know it’s just another day in the city
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| Ridin around, checkin out what’s goin down
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| And the summer shinin
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| And every way in southern California
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| Where the weather is hot
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| And everybody on the block
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| Got the weekends here
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| You know we bumpin it, celebratin
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| Money makin and ain’t nobody playa hatin
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| As I roll with the homies and we cruise up the blocks
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| The 17's spinnin letting down the top
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| From the east to the west want to see just how ride
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| want to see how we kick it getting down all night
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| Crack bottles of Cris and Hennessey for them keys
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| Rollin up in the Lex
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| And the Locos own D s
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| Hittin the switches
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| And everybody getting down
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| Givin the heat knowin there’s a party goin round
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| Got me lovin it
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| Everyday like constantly
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| It’s just another sunny day in see-A-L for me
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| (Verse 3)
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| We in the golden state
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| Feelin great when you see me side
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| There’s not a cloud in the sky when you see me ride
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| And we be all up in the mix
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| In the six
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| And everybody want to party when we rollin with the click
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| Slow down and hit the dip chrome |
| Shinin on the kit
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| Candy on the flame it’s the ultimate
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| And we goin roll down a one way
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| Think it was a Sunday
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| Nothin like another sunny day all over Cali
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| (Verse 4)
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| Feelin the breeze
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| Bumpin my CD s
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| Lookin at the temp it’s a 100 degrees
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| When we ride we hittin corners in the navigators
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| When we slide we looking out for them player-haters
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| Bright lights and big city feelin fitty
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| Havin fun in the sun wit loved ones
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| It’s alright… OC’s to IE’s where I was sidin
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| SC’s to Southern Cali’s where I live by |