goin' to California (Somebody) There's a better life for me, yes Goin' to California (Goin' to California) I'll write and tell you what I see I'm goin' to California
Traducció: Rosa. Gone To Califòrnia.
's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (The lo pink
me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music, I can fit right in We've got airplane rides We got California
down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California
I mean that, "Jaimaca Jaimacaa" have you seen that? girl you ain't seen that pretty soon Cancun then Hawaii where the girls in the club work that body that pink
can't bid your time by stayin in the cell I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner Where I'm in fat pink caps, new york to california Makin
California Goin' far, far away Goin to California, yes To resurrect my soul The sun is always shining Or at least that's what I'm told Goin' to California
Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink
shit to kill Lately, I got cha gone off the Red Bull & Vodka Now ya own ya knees Im like ohh weeee True me, it's the California way You got 2 more homies
? That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin' huh? And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard Yup yup five a bone When he passed him that styrofoam the easter pink
me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I can fit right in We've got airplane rides We got California
waiting for me down in Mexico She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I could fit right in We got airplane rides We got California
