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I'm California Dreaming...
Can't you see what I see
Gold and purple mountains
Yellow lamborghinis by the ocean
Cali dreamin's coming back
Golden coast

held me close by crying
Whoa, and my mama's love it
Don't ever leave me standing
And papa's love it just leaves me smiling
Whoa, and my mama she's

Playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in
Front of Woolworth's
Tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus
Mama

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Bruce Springsteen

12" Single Collection

1985

your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh, so your daddy says

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle

1973

your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh, so your daddy says

Full of legends and my presence is a blessing for the lockers 
I wish a sucka nigga would try and knock us
While they California Dreamin with the Mama's

and papas
California dreamin' on em
Gimme Morri-some of those doors with no needles on em
Thank god we found you Neville luckily we're three doors down
My

Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is

3rd verse

Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't no parties in LA
Without

That'll tear up a terrorist
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is

3rd verse

Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't

Two Step Blues

Little Brother

Get Back

2007

dreamin'
Like The Papas and The Mamas, the stress is toxic
But thank God a nigga got direct deposit so
I'm a take this check and pay my rent up
Cause

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

strip
So, you California dreamin'
Saying that you on, but you're wrong for the reason
Why

You're too broke to be bougie
Acting like a star, like you all

they lame
In a 6-1 Chevy
Still heavy in this game can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga
Up before the sun rise
Quicker than the drug

dollar rocks
so i'm on it livin for the moment learning hard life
lessons cuz i'm young and still growing
father's only son, mama's lil boy 
movin in

as a stagecoach shotgun
I'm sorry, mama
Please don't look at me

Yeah, when I got to Oklahoma, I was seventeen
My papa taught me how to work and Lord, he was

whipping in a Karmen Ghia
Mama mia
Agudelo chopped the beat up
Sounds like some who done it
Who want it
California loop summit
I'm by the pool bumping

Alotta questions gettin answered every other stanza
Wear my mama on my sleeve my papa told me stand up
Back to texas for the grammar I can understand

Laurel Canyon Music what a scene
Mamas and Papas a California dream
I still hear L.A. Woman in my head
Brian Wilson already ahead

Let's go downtown

There was a little man who was travelin'
His papa never wanted to have him
And his mama loved him the best she could 'till she died
They call him

short
Flight delayed at the airport need a new course
Got a cousin in Amsterdam, mama in France
Papa on Skype saying pull up ya pants
Somewhere I can tan

Southern California sun, my papa was a trojan
Had to hit the Heisman, Reggie Bush flying
Flipping in the endzone, jersey number five, lucky number four