California’s been good to me.
Hope it don’t fall into the sea.
Sometimes you got to trust yourself.
It ain’t like anywhere else.
It ain’t like anywhere else.

It’s time to roll,
I’m all done.
It’s time we better hit the road
I got work later on,
It’s time we better hit the road.

And California’s been good to me.
I hope they don’t fall into the sea.
Sometimes you got to save yourself.
It ain’t like anywhere else.
No, it ain’t like anywhere else.

Sundown, red skies,
Nobody’s been around.
Sundown, blue eyes,
I kind of like this part of town.

And California has treated me good.
I pray to God that the hills don’t flood.
Sometimes you got to trust yourself.
It ain’t like anywhere else.
It ain’t like anywhere else.
Ain’t like anywhere else

She lived at the end of a little dirt road
In a house where secrets go untold
Barefoot in a cotton dress, dark hair in a tangled mess
And a head full of crazy dreams
She said

I’m going to California
A place where the sun always shines
I’m goin to California
And I’m leavin everything behind

You can’t help, but feel a little bit touched
When your daddy loves you a little too much
You can wish on four leaf clovers, but all the fields have been plowed
over
And there’s nothin left to do but fly away

I’m going to California
A place where the sun always shines
I’m goin to California
And I’m leavin everything behind

Stars burn like candles on that two-lane highway
She made her wish, and disappeared on her 18th birthday
And she said

I’m going to California
A place where the sun always shines
I’m goin to California
And I’m leavin everything behind

I’m goin to California
And I’m leavin everything behind

Oh California
I’m goin to California

Oh California
Leavin it all behind
California….

I open my eyes
To see her face
In a daze we engaged
Tonight I slept about an hour
To fill her needs and desires

Chorus
One more night in California
One more night with you
One more night
But she’s alright [she’s alright]
One more night [yeah]
One more night in California

Dom dom dom baby one more night
Dom dom dom baby one more night

I need to catch a ride
To the south side
I grabbed a patty and a shake
I felt the earthquake
I jumped in the cab for LAX
I flipped him a tip
hey man!
Then I split

One more night in California
One more night with you
One more night

But she’s alright
She’s alright
One more night [yeah]
One more night in California
Night in California
Night in California
Night in California

dom dom dom baby one more night
dom dom baby one more night
I opened my eyes to see her face

But she’s alright
she’s alright
One more night [yeah]
One night in California

She’s alright
She’s alright
One more night..yeahhh
One more night in California
Night in California
Night in California
Night in California

Okay, this guy walks into a bar
No, I’m just, I’m just fucking with you, I’m kidding
No, there’s this, this young bull and this old bull
And they’re standing on top of a hill

And I tried to tell you before
That that’s why I left California

So they’re standing on top of this hill, right?
And they’re looking out over a pasture full of cows
Whole fucking pasture
And the young bull turns to the old bull, and he goes,
“I got this really good idea.”
And they old bull’s like, “Yeah?”

And I tried to tell you before
That that’s why I left California

“Yeah,” he’s like, “yeah, yeah, I got this really good idea.
Let’s run down that hill and fuck one of those cows.”
And the old bull just looks at him, you know he’s just looking at him
He’s like, “Look, I got a better idea.”
And the young bull’s like, “Oh yeah, what’s your fucking brilliant idea?”
And the old bull goes…

And I tried to tell you before
That that’s why I left California

And the old bull goes, “Let’s walk down that hill and fuck all of those cows, dig?”
You know, like he ain’t been in town long or something, I dunno

And I tried to tell you before
That that’s why I left California

Sweet Abilena looked out at the midwestern sky
Sweet seventeen with a far away look in her eyes.
She said “I feel like a bird in a cage,
“But come September I’m flying away.”
I said “I’ll miss you,” then I made her promise to write

Since we were tall as the corn in the spring
We shared every secret, shared every dream
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
And bloom like a rose on the calico plains

How could she hear as we laughed on that long summer night
The tiny heart of the baby she carried inside
I stood beside her when September came
Watched her get married, then caught the bouquet
And like those hand-me-down dresses she gave me
I made her dreams mine

>From a seat by the window on wings made of steel
I stared at the patchwork over the fields
Where young tears that once flowed like warm summer rain
Were turning to snow on the calico plains

Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
Closer to thirty, but farther away in her eyes
She holds her babies like she holds her dreams
Each night she kisses and rocks them to sleep
While she reads the letters she makes me promise to write

Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky

Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
Sweet seventeen with a faraway look in her eyes
She said, “I feel like a bird in a cage
But come September I’m flying away”
I said, “I’m gonna miss you” then I made her promise to write

Since we were tall as the corn in the spring
We shared every secret, shared every dream
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
And bloom like a rose on the calico plains

How could she hear as we laughed on that warm summer night
The tiny heart of the baby she carried inside
I stood beside her when September came
Watched her get married and caught the bouquet
And like those hand me down dresses she gave me
I made her dreams mine

From a seat by the window on wings made of steel
I stared at the patchwork over the fields
Where young tears that once fell like warm summer rain
Were turning to snow on the calico plains

Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
Closer to thirty but farther away in her eyes
She holds her babies like she holds her dreams
Each night she kisses and rocks them to sleep while
She reads the letters she makes me promise to write

Sweet Abliena looks out at the midwestern sky

So make it real
Just make it real

That’s not a reason to fire me
That ain’t no real reason
It’s funny things cheapen when we disagree
If things got any worse then cheap would turn free

Chorus:
Calico cats and calico dreams
That ain’t too real
Just make it real

Feel all the seasons flood through you and me
And see what trouble she’s in
But that’s not a reason to fire me
That ain’t no real reason

Chorus 2:
Calico cats and calico dreams
That ain’t too real
Just make it real
Collisions hurt and abrasions bleed
It’s hard to deal when all you do is feel

Campfires swell into monsterous things
That summer heat that’s winter deep

Bridge:
And all your wild winds
They couldn’t stop me from flying

Chorus 2

Just make it real

Silken-soft she rises from the dawn, child of spring
I’ve known her, oh, for so long
Creature of the earth but never to be wed
She’s far too high for mortal’s bed
So touch her now and love her while you can
Soon she’ll travel on and join the wind

Often she’ll be there as you are falling through your eyes
Revisiting some place in the past
And she leads you softly to the limits of your world
But you’ll only see her face in a glass
Staring back with eyes that cannot see you
And yet you wish that yours were just as good

So touch her now and love her while you can
Soon she’ll travel on and join the wind
Soon she’ll travel on and join the wind
Soon she’ll travel on and join the wind

We’re suffering the calibre
we’re suffering the calibre
I drag me in and out,
I’m my own contraband
I’m catering the interests,
of a market i strongly resent
How crazy is that?
how crazy is that can you feel that
I mess around, i fuck it up, somehow
I see us all getting administered
I mess around, i fuck it up, somehow i see
We’re suffering,
we’re suffering the calibre
If these shackles are routine,
then prison is surrender
we’re suffering the calibre.
If these shackles are routine,
then prison is surrender
we’re suffering the calibre
I drag me in and out,
I’m my own contraband
I’m wired to these relays,
that even I can’t circumvent
How crazy is that?
how crazy is that can you feel that
I mess around, i fuck it up,
somehow i see us all getting administered
I mess around, i fuck it up, somehow
I see we’re suffering,
we’re suffering the calibre
If these shackles are routine,
then prison is surrender
we’re suffering the calibre
If these shackles are routine, then prison is surrender
we’re suffering the calibre
The calibre.
The calibre is well incorporated
the government is fully generated
initiate the sequencer calibre
calibre
We all get up tonight we’re almost ready
I see we’re suffering
we’re all getting administered
we all get up tonight
we’re almost ready
I see we’re suffering
we’re suffering the calibre
If these shackles are routine, then prison is surrender
we’re suffering the calibre .

[Verse One]
As soon as A La stepped off (the floor)
People started hollerin (for more)
Beggin us to bless ’em with an (encore)
You know the Peas they game to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
all obstacles professionally and rock on
And that’s exactly how we made it rock (made it rock)
We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot)
We also known to cause a state of shock (state of shock)
We start at 2 then go to 10 o’clock (10 o’clock)
10 o’clock the next day that is (day that is)
No matter what city or state that is (state that is)
Don’t ask no questions, that’s the way that is (way that is)
Don’t ask no questions, that’s the way that is

[Chorus – 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
from Ca-lI to New York

[Verse Two: Pos]
Introduce Posdonus y’all (‘Nus y’all)
Sticky like cous-cous y’all (cous y’all)
Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, I’m recognizable
Leavin me the cash amount, that’s quite sizable
Rich in that english that’s broke as hell
That’s why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
Its the modern rap type talk
used to walk, all over your ears
You hear the thump, this track pumps like, well order
Some others fell short of the line of finish
You didn’t practice harder at the scrimmage
Now my image is the golden cup
My career is dirty compared to yours, it’s all washed up

[Chorus – 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
from Ca-lI to New York

[Verse Three: Dove]
We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya
Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya
Minds blow bigger than tempers out in Russia
Cuss like a sailor, make you shame like thelya
Stitch a verse tailored to fit
Spray paintin’ your spit
on the deco we art, spread apart
I raid mo’ tracks than flicks in “Beat Street”
with kicks until the sole/Soul wear out, never that!
We weather that, you light in the ass and feather that
Heavy like black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way ahead of that
Squeezin like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks don’t impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?

[Chorus to fade]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
from Ca-lI to New York