F#m E
I said I love my women like I love my juice, naked!
D C#
All natural no preservatives or fakeness!
F#m E
I like my ladies like I like my brainy's, in bunches!
D C#
Got the six pack, I ain't talkin' 'bout the crunches!
F#m E
Hit it till I quit it like Tyson's punches!
D C#
That's how you gotta rock if you wanna run shoot
F#m E
D sweat, a sweat make it less fizzy
D C#
Buzz kill Betty got me dolly dolly dizzy
F#m E
Lost in her eyes like oh my God where is she?
D C# F#m E
Down here in south Cal boy we gettin' busy in the city...
D C#
We gettin' busy in the city...
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Chorus:
F#m A9 E D
Let's take a trip to sunset boulevard in the city of stars
F#m A9 E
The city of blinding lights and starry eyes..
D C# F#m A9
I said now welcome to the city of angels!
E D
whooah whoooah
F#m A9 E D C#
City of angels! whoooah whooooah
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F#m E
I set a bright future reflex off my aviators
D C#
Here's a peace sign going out to all my haters!
F#m E
High five Keaton, no hurt hand when we
D C#
Get samples at Yoghurtland and we
F#m E
Chill soon talk about Betty Blomby
D C# F#m
Kill Bruz play Call of Duty zombies.. Yeah!
E
She started to get the best of me
D C#
While she makes her mind of whether she wants me or Wesley
F#m E D C#
Da da do, da da do, da da do du da do, da do, da do
(Chorus)
Adlib: C#m-B-A-C# (on repeat)
(Chorus)
C#m-A E D F#m A9 E D
In this, city of, angels!
C# F#m
whooooah whooooah an-angels....