Lyric Miss California

(Pras) (Dante)
Uh, I mean I m just sittin right here (California)
Ckeckin out these ladies right here, baby you hot
(This is where he saw her)
I mean you sexy, oh my God,
(I long to love her)
Imagine one question: "Where you from anyway?"

[Dante]
1- She s Miss California, hottest thing in West L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a marinello, hollywoods her favorite scene
Loves to be surounded with superstars that know her name

She s a rich girl from the top of the food chain
Love and material things, kinda lonely
Til i met her at the Grammys, ten mil on a diamond ring
She invites me, to spend a day on the jet skies
At first it didn t mean a thing, then she told me
I m the one that she searched for, it was hard to believe

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In a couple a days she had me a bracelet made
From Harry Hinstons place, went horseback
Up to the mountain top, showin me the land she s got
Well it s alright but somthing else is on your mind
Looking past all that shines, now the tears are running too
All those things are nice but it s not why I m here
I will wipe away your tears, simply by just loving you.

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[Pras]
Ah, aha, nah, yo yo
Ayyo she first saw me bling at the Source Awards
Toll the money in a fame when the world is yours
Til a ghetto superstar and I love to floss
Talk a player, bring my clique you bring yours
Bros nah bitches want to Miss Lidas
Breathes cheetas and tell us they don t need us
Midas up in the spot no skieses please believe us
We can get strange Evas, street G s

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[Pras]
Uh uh uh, by the way I lick my lips
Cause you can tell I talk slick
Move like a pimp when I go to pick
Throughs my women like an unfill draft
First round second round, this is a no craft
"Como estas senorita?", cock back Cristal
Sip my corida, have some ice
But never I m caressin, and you act raw nice
My flight with Paris, street G s

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