MISS CALIFORNIA (& Pras)

Talk: Uh... I mean, i�m just sittin�right here. Check out this Youngt Lady right here! Baby you hot! I mean you sexy! Oh my God! Let me ask you one question... Where you from anyway?

Chorus:
She�s Miss California, hottest thing in West LA
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Marinello, Hollywood�s her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

Verse 1:
She�s a rich girl from the top of the food chain, Love and material things, kinda lonely, till i met her at the Grammy�s, Ten mill on a diamond ring, She invites me for a day on the Jet Ski�s at firstit didn�t mean a thing, Then she told me, I�m the one trhat she searched for, It was hard to believe

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Verse 2:
In a couple of days she had me a bracelat made from Harry Winstons place
Want horseback riding up to the mountains top, showin�me the land that she got
Well it�s all right, but something else is on your mind, looking past all that shines
Now the tears are running through, all those things are nice, but that�s not why I�m here
I will wipe away your tears, simply by just loving you

Repeat Chorus 2X�s

Talk:
And there you have it! I mean, she just love the way i do my bling-bling
From the Ghetto to Beverly Hills baby, now i want everybody on the dance floor to just shake it. I mean I want to to get down cause we hot tonight baby! We on Fire! Now tell these cats where you from...

Repeat Chorus 2X�s

Talk: Como esta�s senorita. Yo�we got „Pretty Pras“ up in here, we got Dante up In here and ist on like that. That�s right, That�s right. Now all y�all cats that �s talkin, That jebreezy. Please stop it, Mon! We can�t take it no more. Now tel them cats where You from baby! C�mon let �em know...


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