Well East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I’m down there

The Mid-West farmer’s daughters really make you feel alright
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls

The West coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn’t wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls

I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)

Well, East coast girls are hip,
I real-ly dig those styles they wear;

And the South-ern girls with the way they talk,
They knock me out when I’m down there,

The mid-west farm-ers daugh-ters
Real-ly make you feel al-right,

And the north=ern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boy-friends warm at night.


Chorus:
Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-forn-nia,]
Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,]
I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia Girls

The West coast has the sun-shine,
And the girls all get so tanned;

I dig a French bi-ki-ni on Ha-wai-ian is-lands,
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand,

I been all a-round this great big world,
And I’ve seen all kinds of girls,

But I could-n’t wait to get back in the states,
Back to the cut-est girls in the world.


Chorus:

Tag (Ad Lib):

Girls Girls Girls Girls
I dig them – Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,]
I dig them – Girls
Girls Girls Girls Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,]
I dig them – Girls

Repeat Tag To Fade

Now Pluto girls are neat but you know they’ll
eat you up alive
Although they’re nice to know when it’s a thousand below
it isn’t easy to survive
And Neptune girls are great for dancing
with a dozen arms and legs
They really hold you tight and they can boogie all night
but it’s so hard to kiss three heads

[Chorus]
I wish they all could be California girls
I wish they all could be California girls

Now Martian girls are really pretty
with complexions bright and green
But nothing can surpass an andromeda lass
I think their pointed heads are keen
And Saturn girls are really funny they can
make you laugh to death
With methane clouds alas combined with hydrogen gas
why it’s a chore to take a breath

[Chorus]
I wish they all could be California girls
I wish they all could be California girls

[guitar solo]

[Chorus]
I wish they all could be California girls
I wish they all could be California girls (etc. etc.)

[Chours II] – girls- girls- girls- girls -I need
girls -girls- girls- girls – I need… (etc. etc.)

[Chorus III]- Calif–ornia Calif–ornia Calif– ornia
Calif–ornia Calif–ornia Calif– ornia

Hodad made the scene toting a six-pack of cold cola
A stogie smoking in hand
A groovin’ in his sandals

California’s on my mind
Surf and sand setting in the sun
California’s on my mind
One day you’re gonna be a place in our memory
Na na na na na na na

When Woody hit the dunes flying foxtails and Old Glory
(Glory)
Rubber ripped the sand
He gunned a souped-down Stingray
Hey hey

Ah, California
She’s in mythical Malibu
Sitting on the ocean
Goodbye mythical Malibu
The San Andreas Misfortune
Will claim the lives of sons and wives
The headlines will fill page after page

California’s on my mind
Surf and sand setting in the sun
In the sun in the sun in the sun
In the setting sun
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
One day you’re gonna be one sweet memory
Oh yeah
California

Swingin’ on the beach
To the sounds of their time
Yeah yeah yeah

California love!

1-California…knows how to party
California…knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol’ Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Verse One: Dr. Dre

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that’s untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It’s all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
(repeat 1)

2-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it…

Verse Two: 2Pac

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I’m hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that’s right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let’em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it’s west side
So you know the row won’t bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
(rpt 1)

(dre) now make it shake…

(rpt 2)

Outro: Dre, 2Pac

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
(Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y’all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it’s tha best side

yeah, That’s riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love

California love!

1-California…knows how to party
California…knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol’ Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Verse One: Dr. Dre

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that’s untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It’s all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
(repeat 1)

2-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it…

Verse Two: 2Pac

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I’m hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that’s right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let’em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it’s west side
So you know the row won’t bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
(rpt 1)

(dre) now make it shake…

(rpt 2)

Outro: Dre, 2Pac

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
(Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y’all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it’s tha best side

yeah, That’s riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I went for a walk
On a winter’s day
I’d be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
California dreamin’
On such a winter’s day

I stopped into a church (stopped into a church)
I passed along the way (passed along the way)
You know, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray)
Oh, the preacher likes the cold (preacher likes the cold)
He knows I’m gonna stay (knows I’m gonna stay)
Oh, California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day

All the leaves are brown (the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
I went for a walk (I went for a walk)
On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
If I didn’t tell her (if I didn’t tell her)
I could leave today (I could leave today)

Oh, California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day

Listenin’ 2 the drummer but U still wanna have fun
It shouldn’t be work
2, 3, baby

I don’t like this much 2 drink, I was there
I know right now it’s hard 2 think, I don’t care
But it’s time 4 U and me 2 wonder why we’re here
Maybe we should roll 2 the rock and rumble Calhoun Square
(Let’s roll)

CHORUS:
Meet me there if U dare
Calhoun Square

It don’t matter clothes U’re wearin’ or your hair
If U’re freaky, they don’t care and they don’t stare
(Ain’t nobody lookin’ at U)
All that matters if U’re happy and if U’re there (Are U there?)
Don’t U wanna roll 2 the rock and rumble Calhoun Square?
(Don’t U wanna?)

CHORUS

Walk through veils of many colors if U dare (Do U dare?)
Jasmine, peach and love 4 others in the air
(It’s all in the air)
Don’t be shocked 2 see your mother in the chair (Sit down, baby)
Everybody roll 2 the rock and rumble Calhoun Square (Oh Lord)

Oh, come on!
Oh Lord
Hear me now

Calhoun Square {x4}

CHORUS

On my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
Triple-A’ came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my D.N.A.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
This day sucked the hardest ever…
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
A little bit less than nothing would go my way.
I got up to toss my soiled sheets,
the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe.
It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me),
then I heard the voice say,
“Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!”
I suppose I’m to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess I’m the culprit for running out of gas.
Let’s assume I’m the guy who didn’t pay his ‘Triple-A’ fee.
In actuality, I let the zetas probe me.
Yesterday was all my fault.
I let negativity get the better of me.
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!
They temporarily set free this quandary

Oh, Calcutta Joe was a modern rhino
Who spun sweet and low on his mellow oboe

While Flo the Hippo stood up on her big toe
And swung her yoyo way up high and down low

A crow and her beau
Flew in from Ohio
And danced the fandango in the meadow below

The crows, the hippo and Calcutta Joe
All stood in a row and sang “Bo-de-oh-doe”
Together they sang, “Bo-de-oh-doe”