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 F**k 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



F**k Christmas



When I Brought It U