the walls he had could never be brought down and now he's not around i guess i'm just another face left in the crowd oh california please come back to me oh california
the promised land Oh, California I can see you now from the top of that hill Oh, California Though many have gone I have the memories still Oh, California
no monkey papers I don't do funny business, not interested in fakers Don't want no paper gangsta, uh, oh Don't want no paper gangsta, uh, oh Got something
She's a cranky old critter She's bitter, we warn ya She lurks in a tree house In Burbank, California Along with a nephew He says spew, he's cheerful
Drop it low to cost to cost from the cellar to the floor from the beach of California to the shore. All my girl's say "Ah" All my girl's say "Oh" All
this pain To have somebody hurt me for no reason For no cause, for no cause Left home very young Left home very young To the California sun The California
It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona Rep for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California Winnin
paradise in crying I wanna be done loving you But giving up feels like I'm failing And that's just not what I do Oh, if only it could be easy Oh, if
love Oooooh oh oooooh California girls We're unforgettable Daisy Dukes Bikinis on top Sun-kissed skin So hot We'll melt your Popsicle Oooooh oh oooooh California
You can find it in yourself No, no, no, no, no Keep it in your head Hollywood is dead Come, come, Hollywood is dead, babe, woo hoo Oh, Hollywood is dead, yeah, yeah Oh
in America, whoa We're the kids in America, whoa Everybody live for the music around Come closer honey that's better Gotta get a brand new experience feeling right Oh
senorita for a microphone I hate the way we fell apart, girl, it's sad to see Your life was good, but me and you, we a catastrophe If I was a success, oh
you get hip to this timely tip I think you'll take that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66 Well it goes through Saint Louis Down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh
that's trying to force me back Is the one that won't let me go Miss California, yeah, yeah, yeah Miss California, yeah, yeah, yeah Miss California, yeah, yeah, yeah Miss California
ever seen The freedom on the wing? Where do we go from here? And I asked my woman "Where do we go from here? Oh woman, my woman" La, la, la, la, la,
unreal But I wish they'd kill the sounds, I wish they'd kill the sounds You don't knowwhat it's like to hear Debussy in a California prison field And
in New York City All we need is music, sweet music There'll be music everywhere There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playin' And dancin' in the streets Oh
