dog, Ia??m a dog, Ia??m a dog ya Not Georgetown but Ia??m a uptown whore ya Brothers like Warner someone shoulda??ve warned ya R-E-L-A-X like fuckina?? California
am Oh you Georgia red clay and green Virginia pines I got to make it home somehow before I lose my mind So won't you carry me back to California? I've
Oww! Get on down Get on down Get on down Well it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get lose Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots Hardcore funk
you win, an' some you lose, An' the winner's all grin and the losers say: "Deal the cards again. "Won't you deal the cards again." L.A.'s in California
deep throat Same niggaz that get down, remember them California style, yeah I went back again But much wiser, 'cause these guys are Leave you up shits creek and won't lose
Born Helena Jane With a restless soul She moved west to California Became a centerfold But once you change your name Well the pieces fall Now she hardly
can lose him Just take the ribbons from your hair Give your resistance to the darkness Mr. Levon left it there Mr. Levon left it there There will be light, empty and flat California
on the street, you got nothing to lose You rock me and you're crazy and everyone says it Southern girls, you got nothing to lose Southern girls, you got nothing to lose
s nothing we can do You must do something or we'll all go up in smoke We'd like to help but we're afraid of losing votes They never listen to you
nothing to lose But the black man taught me how to sing the blues Made a little life outta rock 'n' roll And that crazy California, hustle and flow
She was fresh out of college First one in her family to go And California seemed like heaven Pulaski, Tennessee was her home She worked on losing her
Service and devotion, I motion to continue With the style I bring you-the style I bring you In the Hotel California and they're turning down the beds
With them windshield wipers slappin' time Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Photograph Remembering the summer It takes me back To Southern California Where the girls would all pass On the boardwalk and laugh At our desperate
't got nothing to lose They said we were gonna have a good time They said that everyone was invited We all went down to Hollywood California But honey
California We'll, have ya' on the run just like a puma, if it don't move us Ain't paid your dues, and it ain't gonna' get a groovers So we lose ya' to
blues Windshield wipers slappin' time As holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose