L.A., L.A., baby (She's a) L.A., L.A., baby (You're my) L.A., L.A., baby (She's a) L.A., L.A., baby Driving down the highway With a California breeze
me, nah, nah, nah, don't worry about me, no And I'm in no hurry, nah, nah, nah, I know where to go California, preaching on the burning shore California
pipe, we're gonna shake it Slap that drummer with a pie that smells Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California
Pac, Puff in his new ?? crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin with trappin fuck around and get ur wig pushed backwards pushed off the backboards blow dat thing california
off Toons pass the sawed off. Fuck these niggas. What we doin' nigga? They can't see me nigga. Fuck these niggas what's crackin'? Now like the Tim' breeze
tight when it comes out the speakers it gives you ear cramps Perhaps you've met me, perhaps you've never had the pleasure It never rains in sunny Southern California
Fifty Nifty United States from thirteen original colonies, Fifty Nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautifully in the breeze. Each individual state
plot that made us stop The thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort
gots to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly Delicious kickin', no leather like I'm Fonzarelli I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink Summer Eve breeze
an icecicle [Chorus] [The Fast One] Up early in the morning channel 42 on cable Pager going off up on my living room table Shaking dominoes with P the reason to stack some more cheese California breezing
Stand on top of the Hollywood sign, you can see that it's mine I'd rather die, motherfucker, than give up my throne My crown is a Dodger fitted, California
let's live it up and dont regret it at all all these faces, different places people hit me up but i'm forgettin to call get away to California when
CALL ME THE BREEZE - Lynyrd Skynyrd Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain
behind She thought the men in California would be different She'd grown up watching them on her TV But the men she came to know in California Left her
Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well, now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me
LA, LA baby (She's a) LA, LA baby (You're my) LA, LA baby (She's a) LA, LA baby Driving down the highway with the Californ-i-a breeze in my hair (yeah
Than to see you cling To the pineapple I bring. [BOTH] Ah... [FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER] I can hear Hawaiian breezes blow [BOTH] Ah... [SCHULTZ] It's from California
