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 fuck 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
 fuck Christmas
 When I brought it up my niggas dismissed
 ignoring the mockery
 I kept it locked in my mind tightly
 California you remind me
 Yo, I didn't have my niggas behind me
 but then, you were taken anyway
 forcing me to postpone plan A
 Cali-forn-i-ay...

 Chorus

 >From a distance
 Analyzed my prey with persistence
 comin' up with a system
 it was straight, a phone call around eight
 conversate for a while to find
 the whole time it was a mutual attraction
 and that news was old
 I'm in bliss apparently she was watchin' me
 and expected we to probably be
 As coherent as the East Coast
 and West Coast be
 A B-Boy's dream, the serene
 yin to my yang that was ragin'
 I was amazed
 this was all happenin' before a nigga got paid
 And after the storm cleared from his parade
 Now, there ain't such a thing as stress
 She got my back, and with that
 I know how it's blessed
 A nigga who figured that the search wouldn't start
 for another few years I would just stay apart
 In love with the Triple X, Heiny and Hennessy
 but now you remind me, California memory...

 Chorus