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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
