California lyrics

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
it was straight, a phone call around eight
conversate for a while to find
the whole time it was a mutual attraction
and that news was old
I`m in bliss apparently she was watchin` me
and expected we to probably be
As coherent as the East Coast
and West Coast be
A B-Boy`s dream, the serene
yin to my yang that was ragin`
I was amazed
this was all happenin` before a nigga got paid
And after the storm cleared from his parade
Now, there ain`t such a thing as stress
She got my back, and with that
I know how it`s blessed
A nigga who figured that the search wouldn`t start
for another few years I would just stay apart
In love with the Triple X, Heiny and Hennessy
but now you remind me, California memory...

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