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Headin on down to California
Place where many go
Tits you'll need a fast food nation
Keeps me all alone
Had a bait, come you all
Answer when you know
Keep me all a blasted up
Cast you line and tow
Headin on down to California
thats the place to be
I can't sing and i can't dance
We'll knive and score into the trees
Headin on down to California
thats the place, the place to be,
I aint one to Pass the wire, Pass the wire, Pass the wire,
oooh, Gotta get with it yo, mmm
Mr. Car, he ain't mad, you go blocks the fast boys can't
he don't know, he don't know Shit.
Backstreet bar, Front row station, Radio, the Mental place
They came and mauled the cable car,
San Francisco next to Mars
he don't know, he don't know where the Girls come down to play with weed
Take him back to California, this dude got stuck in New Orleans
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