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...