Текст и слова песни Saukrates – California
I first saw my baby on the Subway train
On my way home from a cue in White Plains
A pretty young thing brown eyes and skin clean
With the poise of a queen though she was only 15
And I was 16 my mind was in a swirl
And by the looks of this girl
I was a peasant
Who did not have a chance or a prayer in the world
Just another nigga with them rasta curls
So she on the train did avoid me
Sick to her brain assumin' I would most likely be
A hustler, I said fuck it, she could never like me
Or much less love
I knew she was special, never all of the above
And then I closed my eyes to envision me and her as one
On a California beach in the sun
When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was done
I glanced her way, only to receive nothing in return
Knowing that one day I would earn
A chance with this woman trapped in a teen's body
I would play America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...
[You're My Lady]
California, California
You remind me, You remind me
[You're My Lady]
California, Califonia
You remind me, You remind me
A whole year went by without seeing her once
It seemed that every day was as long as a month
And now it seemed days eternally
It's she I want, but also to be an MC is what I wanted
To earn a dollar, every other girl seemed sour
The only thing I pictured in my mind
Was my California sunshine
I told my niggas in time, that girl would be mine
They called me crazy, assumin' that I was mad lazy
And lacked the monetary
Assets, plus my style was not sanitary
Cuz everybody knew she was fly with fitness
Being witness to her once a year was cool
Fuck Christmas
When I brought it up my niggas dismissed
Ignoring the mockery
I kept it locked in my mind tightly
California you remind me
Yo, I didn't have my niggas behind me
But then, you were taken anyway
Forcing me to postpone plan A
Cali-forn-i-ay...
Chorus
From a distance
Analyzed my prey with persistence
Comin' up with a system
On my way home from a cue in White Plains
A pretty young thing brown eyes and skin clean
With the poise of a queen though she was only 15
And I was 16 my mind was in a swirl
And by the looks of this girl
I was a peasant
Who did not have a chance or a prayer in the world
Just another nigga with them rasta curls
So she on the train did avoid me
Sick to her brain assumin' I would most likely be
A hustler, I said fuck it, she could never like me
Or much less love
I knew she was special, never all of the above
And then I closed my eyes to envision me and her as one
On a California beach in the sun
When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was done
I glanced her way, only to receive nothing in return
Knowing that one day I would earn
A chance with this woman trapped in a teen's body
I would play America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...
[You're My Lady]
California, California
You remind me, You remind me
[You're My Lady]
California, Califonia
You remind me, You remind me
A whole year went by without seeing her once
It seemed that every day was as long as a month
And now it seemed days eternally
It's she I want, but also to be an MC is what I wanted
To earn a dollar, every other girl seemed sour
The only thing I pictured in my mind
Was my California sunshine
I told my niggas in time, that girl would be mine
They called me crazy, assumin' that I was mad lazy
And lacked the monetary
Assets, plus my style was not sanitary
Cuz everybody knew she was fly with fitness
Being witness to her once a year was cool
Fuck Christmas
When I brought it up my niggas dismissed
Ignoring the mockery
I kept it locked in my mind tightly
California you remind me
Yo, I didn't have my niggas behind me
But then, you were taken anyway
Forcing me to postpone plan A
Cali-forn-i-ay...
Chorus
From a distance
Analyzed my prey with persistence
Comin' up with a system
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