dirty danced She moved down to L.A. She met a dude o.k. He sawed her head off with a knife Now she's gone away Hid away Hid away Hid away Went away California
make a lovely list Of your charms So I'll never feel alone in your arms I must be in California I must be in California I must be in California
They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards With them
long I saved my pay And I stashed it in a rusty can ... And blew my head Then he blew me out of town I parked my van at the L.A. sand California
in the wind Stood at a crossroad or two Cried to a river Swept to the sea All just to get to you I have flagged a yellow cab Hopped a rusty freight
in the wind Stood at a crossroad or two Cried to a river, swept to the sea All just to get to you I have jumped the yellow cab, hopped a rusty freight
the train was wrecked in '84 After it had crossed the Great Divide Every year it tries again to make it just once more If only to the California Line
Westside Microphone check 10 from the West Coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna Moved to California blew the bitch
[Kool Keith] They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards
will make a lovely list Of your charms So I'll never feel alone in your arms I must be in California I must be in California I must be in California
Ice Cube, W.C.) [Mack 10] Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna Moved to California
