A#m G#
I said I love my women like I love my juice, naked!
F# F
All natural no preservatives or fakeness!
A#m G#
I like my ladies like I like my brainy's, in bunches!
F# F
Got the six pack, I ain't talkin' 'bout the crunches!
A#m G#
Hit it till I quit it like Tyson's punches!
F# F
That's how you gotta rock if you wanna run shoot
A#m G#
F# sweat, a sweat make it less fizzy
F# F
Buzz kill Betty got me dolly dolly dizzy
A#m G#
Lost in her eyes like oh my God where is she?
F# F A#m G#
Down here in south Cal boy we gettin' busy in the city...
F# F
We gettin' busy in the city...
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Chorus:
A#m C#9 G# F#
Let's take a trip to sunset boulevard in the city of stars
A#m C#9 G#
The city of blinding lights and starry eyes..
F# F A#m C#9
I said now welcome to the city of angels!
G# F#
whooah whoooah
A#m C#9 G# F# F
City of angels! whoooah whooooah
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A#m G#
I set a bright future reflex off my aviators
F# F
Here's a peace sign going out to all my haters!
A#m G#
High five Keaton, no hurt hand when we
F# F
Get samples at Yoghurtland and we
A#m G#
Chill soon talk about Betty Blomby
F# F A#m
Kill Bruz play Call of Duty zombies.. Yeah!
G#
She started to get the best of me
F# F
While she makes her mind of whether she wants me or Wesley
A#m G# F# F
Da da do, da da do, da da do du da do, da do, da do
(Chorus)
Adlib: C#m-B-A-F (on repeat)
(Chorus)
C#m-C# G# F# A#m C#9 G# F#
In this, city of, angels!
F A#m
whooooah whooooah an-angels....