Lyrics:
[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die.
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in
Virginia pines
I've got to make it home somehow
Before I lose my mind
So won't you carry me back to California
I've been on the road too long
Take me
California
Brought to you by the citizens of transplanted Californians
so far behind
From California to Jane Street
Kids alright, alright as they'll ever be
'Cause you will always be my
Well, you will always by my
You
Little Mona Lisa laying by my side
"Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime
I feel too close to be losin' touch
By givin' in, what am I givin' up
Am
by rail,
Any place they pay us scale
Now, repeat the chorus, here we go
Comin' from the mountains, across the Northern plains
It's off to California
THE STARS FELL ON CALIFORNIA
High on North Doheny, lookin down over the Sunset Way
L.A glowed, so pretty
my imagination ran away
Santa Anna winds
by the phone, your hearts on fire
Andrea
You're finger on the dial, love through the wire
California road
California road
California road
California
go a whizzing by
Fare thee well Laramie and Albuquerque High
Yes sir, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California
From
coast
And I guess you could say it
Took california to bring us close
There was a lot of hard livin' and some
Stone cold women on the east coast
And I saw
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
There?s a picture of us in Baha, California
Eating fish tacos and drinking cold, cold beer
And man we had the time of our lives
Yes that was
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol'
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
through
What's a man to do She belongs To California
She was a breath of fresh air
I'd be silly if I told you there was Nothing there
It was fly by
the mountains, down by the ocean
Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
Somewhere together. I've got a quarter
Heads, Carolina tails, California
We
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
right, the symbol remains
Into the darkness must must for the pains
In the shadow of California
Jam
Revolution by night, ? in this future
Kings
at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight
on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch,
If you scared go to church,
Cause in California niggas crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nothin' but Teck-9
at night
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls
The West coast has
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