G#m F#
I said I love my women like I love my juice, naked!
E D#
All natural no preservatives or fakeness!
G#m F#
I like my ladies like I like my brainy's, in bunches!
E D#
Got the six pack, I ain't talkin' 'bout the crunches!
G#m F#
Hit it till I quit it like Tyson's punches!
E D#
That's how you gotta rock if you wanna run shoot
G#m F#
E sweat, a sweat make it less fizzy
E D#
Buzz kill Betty got me dolly dolly dizzy
G#m F#
Lost in her eyes like oh my God where is she?
E D# G#m F#
Down here in south Cal boy we gettin' busy in the city...
E D#
We gettin' busy in the city...
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Chorus:
G#m B9 F# E
Let's take a trip to sunset boulevard in the city of stars
G#m B9 F#
The city of blinding lights and starry eyes..
E D# G#m B9
I said now welcome to the city of angels!
F# E
whooah whoooah
G#m B9 F# E D#
City of angels! whoooah whooooah
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G#m F#
I set a bright future reflex off my aviators
E D#
Here's a peace sign going out to all my haters!
G#m F#
High five Keaton, no hurt hand when we
E D#
Get samples at Yoghurtland and we
G#m F#
Chill soon talk about Betty Blomby
E D# G#m
Kill Bruz play Call of Duty zombies.. Yeah!
F#
She started to get the best of me
E D#
While she makes her mind of whether she wants me or Wesley
G#m F# E D#
Da da do, da da do, da da do du da do, da do, da do
(Chorus)
Adlib: C#m-B-A-D# (on repeat)
(Chorus)
C#m-B F# E G#m B9 F# E
In this, city of, angels!
D# G#m
whooooah whooooah an-angels....