California
We've been on the run,
Driving in the sun,
Looking out for number one.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
Oh the hustlers grab your guns,
Shadow weighs a ton,
Driving down the 101.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
California, here we come.
California, here we come.
On the stereo,
Listen as we go,
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
Oh the pedal to the floor,
We're thinkin' of the roar,
Gotta get us to the show.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
California, here we come.
California, here we come.
To reach the Golden State, you don't have to wait.
Take this FM8 beat, and raise your hands in the air.
We talkin' Hollywood, LA, Fresno, Fremont, Oakland,
And cross the San Francisco Bay.
I can hear Mr. Eastwood sayin',
Make my day.
It's a perfect day.
I'm a lone cypress catching some C.A.L.I. rays.
Circle back down [down, down],
Sprawling deserts abound [bound],
It's time to explore something more.
Something more,
Something something something more.
Something something more.
INSTRUMENTAL
Go ahead, make my day.
We've been on the run,
Driving in the sun,
Looking out for number one.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
California, here we come.
California, here we come.
Driving in the sun,
Looking out for number one.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
Oh the hustlers grab your guns,
Shadow weighs a ton,
Driving down the 101.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
California, here we come.
California, here we come.
On the stereo,
Listen as we go,
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
Oh the pedal to the floor,
We're thinkin' of the roar,
Gotta get us to the show.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
California, here we come.
California, here we come.
To reach the Golden State, you don't have to wait.
Take this FM8 beat, and raise your hands in the air.
We talkin' Hollywood, LA, Fresno, Fremont, Oakland,
And cross the San Francisco Bay.
I can hear Mr. Eastwood sayin',
Make my day.
It's a perfect day.
I'm a lone cypress catching some C.A.L.I. rays.
Circle back down [down, down],
Sprawling deserts abound [bound],
It's time to explore something more.
Something more,
Something something something more.
Something something more.
INSTRUMENTAL
Go ahead, make my day.
We've been on the run,
Driving in the sun,
Looking out for number one.
California, here we come,
Right back where we started from.
California, here we come.
California, here we come.
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Meyer, B.g. Desylva, Al Jolson, Alex Greenwald, Jason Schwartzman
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