Lyrics:
Six sets smoked on Saturdays
At Barnaby's on State
Countless California calls
We could not stand the wait
We played the pier on Venice beach
never-ending
And you are all the things I left behind
California, you're my golden state of mind
California, I'm in love with you
Your magic always
your days
Sing it and have it set a nasty craze
Now I reach a state
Turn a new page
Stand by me and help I sing a song like this
Art and life, art
Six sets smoked on Saturdays
At Barnaby's on State
Countless California calls
We could not stand the wait
We played the pier on Venice beach
the nation
I've got a plan for all the minorities
Send'em to the California Youth Authorities
From San Francisco Urban Elementary
To Pelican Bay State
the nation
I've got a plan for all the minorities
Send'em to the California Youth Authorities
From San Francisco Urban Elementary
To Pelican Bay State
the moods
Call it California cuddling
California cuddling
I told the baby not to worry
I’ma cop her some new boobs
Stay in your jurisdiction
I bring
on everyone's lips is
What would you do for p.u.s.s.-e?
Do you want to join the millions of people that already ascended to YOUtopia?
State-of-the-art
home state
To tell them all that I made a mistake
And I keep looking for that blindfold faith
Lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants
so high
Pull outta state enjoy my day and I love to burn rubber
Pump up the jam for the summer
Gimme Eureka Snoop got the Hummer
Kinda make you
the arts
Y'all don't want to invest in the
School in Brazil, y'all wanna go to Africa, I
Am standing up and I'm telling you
I am Warhol i am the number one
California my baby you gave me your reasons
Put me in that Golden State but I need all my seasons
Endless summer's all you got
I got to California and I
son's gotta go to art school
He's leaving in three days
And the TV's in Esperanto
You know that that's a bitch
But alienation's for the rich
And I'm
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years
the sights and sounds clear across the globe
This jam might hit or miss the charts
But the style gets wild as state of the art
Dazzling
the city of angels, where night meets day.
Hollywood signs whisper tales of fame,
In California, everyone's playing the game.
Hook:
In the Golden State
that she'll be leaving
For the city on a cold dark night?
And on the day they ran
Did she dream of endless summer?
Did her mother have a plan?
Art school is for girls from Dallas suburbs
With nice shit in their cupboards
Who go to Europe over summers
Who end up with real fuckers
Girl can I
California in the evening
Rush past the water
Get me over the great state line
The sky's electrical, it's screaming
Trying to find the morning
school, I was late
But in high school, I was debate
I rate in the great state of California
I'm warning ya
Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est
that mind state since twelve
No skates on my feet just running the
Turf for life like football cleats
5 hours asleep, nigga you do the math
That's 19
to the California Youth Authorities
From San Francisco Urban Elementary
to Pelican Bay State Penitentiary
There they can work for the master race
and always wear
school
N-ggas still be in and out of class
S class or the brand new cl5 on them haters
Black paint, chrome trim same color as the logo for the raiders
I
back my fist
The LP gots to MC
[Madlib]
In any city, country, state, or any center
The instrumental inventor be all up in the winter
Summer, spring,
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