California
I first saw my baby on the Subway train On my way home from a cue in White Plains A pretty young thing brown eyes and skin clean With the poise of a queen though she was only 15 And I was 16 my mind was in a swirl And by the looks of this girl I was a peasant Who did not have a chance or a prayer in the world Just another nigga with them rasta curls So she on the train did avoid me Sick to her brain assumin' I would most likely be A hustler, I said fuck it, she could never like me Or much less love I knew she was special, never all of the above And then I closed my eyes to envision me and her as one On a California beach in the sun When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was done I glanced her way, only to receive nothing in return Knowing that one day I would earn A chance with this woman trapped in a teen's body I would play America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...
[You're My Lady] California, California You remind me, You remind me [You're My Lady] California, Califonia You remind me, You remind me
A whole year went by without seeing her once It seemed that every day was as long as a month And now it seemed days eternally It's she I want, but also to be an MC is what I wanted To earn a dollar, every other girl seemed sour The only thing I pictured in my mind Was my California sunshine I told my niggas in time, that girl would be mine They called me crazy, assumin' that I was mad lazy And lacked the monetary Assets, plus my style was not sanitary Cuz everybody knew she was fly with fitness Being witness to her once a year was cool Fuck Christmas When I brought it up my niggas dismissed Ignoring the mockery I kept it locked in my mind tightly California you remind me Yo, I didn't have my niggas behind me But then, you were taken anyway Forcing me to postpone plan A Cali-forn-i-ay...
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From a distance Analyzed my prey with persistence Comin' up with a system
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