I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and

Take it to the limit, take it to the limit Take it to the limit one more time So put me on a highway and show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time All alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking

(For the Money) Money, for the money Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04 But I grew up around impalas and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore

When I talk about it Reasons only knew But it's you I fell into It carries on Aries or treasons Big me to talk about it I could stand to prove If we can get around it

We gotta kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it When you're hot and tight The girl can't stand it When you're doing it right when

Now testify It's right outside our door Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set The jury's sleepless We found your weakness Who controls the past now controls the future The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me

I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door The moment I saw him smile I knew he was just my style My only regret is we've never met Though I dream of him all the while But he doesn't know I exist No matter how I may persist So it's clear to

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

No more parties in LA Please baby no more parties in LA, uh No more (Los Angeles) Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan It was more than soft porn for the K-man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape

Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight And now we see the light We gonna stand up for our rights Come on brothers, get up, stand up You, preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth You a duppy and you don't know