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