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...



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>From a distance

Analyzed my prey with persistence

comin' up with a system

it was straight, a phone call around eight

conversate for a while to find

the whole time it was a mutual attraction

and that news was old

I'm in bliss apparently she was watchin' me

and expected we to probably be

As coherent as the East Coast

and West Coast be

A B-Boy's dream, the serene

yin to my yang that was ragin'

I was amazed

this was all happenin' before a nigga got paid

And after the storm cleared from his parade

Now, there ain't such a thing as stress

She got my back, and with that

I know how it's blessed

A nigga who figured that the search wouldn't start

for another few years I would just stay apart

In love with the Triple X, Heiny and Hennessy

but now you remind me, California memory...



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