Come to California, be a freak like me, too Baby, if you wanna leave Screw your anonymity Loving me is all you need to feel We could slow dance to rock music Kiss while we do it Talk till we both turn blue Oh, you're cold as ice, baby

And she left a little letter said she's gonna make a stop in Nevada Goodbye, goodbye. Oh, and now she's heading out to California With some money in her pocket she's a rocket on the fourth of July He always found it hard to take her She wouldn't listen

California here I come, Right back where I started from, Where bowers and flowers bloom in the sun, Each morning at dawning birdies sing and everything. A sun kissed miss said "Don't be late." That's why I can hardly wait, So open up those Golden gate

Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a life They all scream California and its toppling empire All we are is entertainment Caught up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes Look me in my brand new eye It's all in your head It's all in my head I feel safe Insane am I the only motherfucker with a brain? I'm hearing voices but all they do is complain How many times have you

Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin' Ice Cube (yeah!) Callin' from a California state penitentiary (Let me out this motherfucker) We got over two million motherfuckers locked up (Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin' Now how many MC's must get

Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back to where you once belonged Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't last. Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass. Get back jojo. go home

California girls We're unforgettable Daisy dukes Bikinis on top Sun-kissed skin We'll melt your popsicle We're undeniable

Smoke some weed This is West coast nigga thinking California 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,

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew