CaliforniaCalifornia dreamin' on such a winter's day All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray I've been for a walk on a winter's day I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A. Stopped in to a church I passed along the way Well I got down on my knees and I pretend

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my CaliforniaCalifornia queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

She's in love with CaliforniaCalifornia And breakin' my heart These ain't no Holly Woods And these hills ain't Beverly No sunset on the boulevard 'Cause she's in love with CaliforniaCalifornia And that West-Coast sunshine dream Ain't no beaches on these backroads It's a

Cause that's how CaliforniaCalifornia rolls I'm talkin' 'bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey (in Los Angeles) Get yourself a medical card, yea (in Los Angeles) They do the fingers like red fox (in Los Angeles) You can make it on a light blue box,

She want to move to CaliforniaCalifornia She must've fucking lost her mind, yeah He want to move to CaliforniaCalifornia He want to hang with DC Fly Better get your percentage She must've fucking lost her mind That's how they get you every time She make a movie with her

Hello Beautiful But tonight, I'm gonna fly Cause I go across the world And see everything, and never be satisfied If I couldn't see those eyes How's it going? I hear its wonderful In CaliforniaCalifornia

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in CaliforniaCalifornia Are nice to me,

Smoke some weed This is West coast nigga thinking CaliforniaCalifornia quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking "Smoke some weed" George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley,

Bet you wish you heard about it. Kiss it goodbye. From Mexico to New York. Blondes from CaliforniaCalifornia. East Coast takes the cocaine, West Coast marijuana. You'll be on TV when it starts to snow in hell. You won't believe me, so go and see it for yourself.

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from CaliforniaCalifornia homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of