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 u
