• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• In California - Neko Case
• In California - Daz Dillinger
• In California - Joanna Newsom

In California I dream of snow
And all the places we used to go
With the night falling down
With the night falling down
Now I'm living in Korea Town
Waking to the sound of car alarms
I remember your face when I showed you the ticket
Said you were happy for me, your heart wasn't in it
Just a phone call away
Now there's nothing to say
As the days roll by, disconnected
In the land where the sun is always shining on
Crying alone, palm tress are laughing at me
Another fool playing songs that don't matter
For people who chatter endlessly
Another suicide on the 405
The Black Dahlia she's smiles and smiles
It's the same old town that bled her dry
One more starlet one more time
Bound to make it do or die
Talk a walk to Bonnie Brae
Try to wash these dreams away

Comin' from the city where no pity is shown shown shown shown
In California 4X
Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard
Starin' at these suckas who claim to be hard
Daz Dillinger & the Gang
Who can blast & gangbang Ha haa
Verse 1
Who gives it up for every hooker rat & hood slut
all in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who act lame
see ain't a damn thang changed
you know I ride the neighborhood slow
floss on you & let the weed blow
True indeed I'm havin' a ball
pick up the phone & give my homiez a call
What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a Philly we pack it tight
what a pity what a sight
& hella Chronic all damn night
Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high
Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high
Pull outta state enjoy my day & I love to burn rubber
pump up the jam for the summer
gimme Eureka Snoop got the Hummer
Kinda make you wanna sit back & wonder
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
and niggaz get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangstaz & bud
or you can get bad oh who they thought you was
Verse 2
Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz Dillinger back in effect homey once again
The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high
say the wrong thing get right
Prepare in effect homiez are prepared everywhere
causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me ya keep frontin' to me
I hit you up Dogg Pound all come around
lay 'em all down homiez be frontin' for they town
Throw it up Eastside Westside bumpin'
California's the state where we be dumpin' what!!
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
and you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangstas & bud
Ha haa or you can get bad oh who they thought you was
it's a place where everybody wanna see.
Once that you visit see all the places
you may never wanna leave>
Verse 3
Here I am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound
knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round
Who come around get destroyed off contact
realize & understand homey you don't want that
Check it out let's engage in military actin'
women dope & drama keep me yackin'
Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin'
them beats & that bullsh you yappin'
I'm about all busy boggin' & cappin'
pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action
Homey, you betta watch out 'cause nothin' can save ya
tattooein' y'all with razors
blazen that it didn't penetrate him but I grazed him
now they callin' Daz unusual playa hater
Back on the spot feelin' high
watchin' as the cops pass by
smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band in hand
a why can't control the whole scene
watch it unfold get scold get blown away
any other rapper pay dearly severely y'all come & hear me
Damn you get bruised battered & slammed
niggaz try to see who I am Dat Nigga Daz
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
where you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
where you can get shot oh who they thought you was
it's a place where everybody wanna see.
Once that you visit see all the places
you may never wanna leave>
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
and you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
where you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The only ill scene to do somethin' for ya
it's a place where everybody wanna see.
Once that you visit see all the places
you may never wanna leave Mmm, mmm>

My heart became a drunken runt
on the day I sunk in this shunt,
to tap me clean
of all the wonder
and the sorrow I have seen,
since I left my home:
My home, on the old Milk Lake,
where the darkness does fall so fast,
it feels like some kind of mistake
(just like they told you it would;
just like the Tulgeywood).
When I came into my land,
I did not understand:
neither dry rot, nor the burn pile,
nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
nor the black bear.
But there is another,
who is a little older.
When I broke my bone,
he carried me up from the riverside.
To spend my life
in spitting-distance
of the love that I have known,
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
And if you come and see me,
you will upset the order.
You cannot come and see me,
for I set myself apart.
But when you come and see me,
in California,
you cross the border of my heart.
Well, I have sown untidy furrows
across my soul,
but I am still a coward,
content to see my garden grow
so sweet & full
of someone else's flowers.
But sometimes
I can almost feel the power.
Sometimes I am so in love with you
(like a little clock
that trembles on the edge of the hour,
only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo").
When I called you,
you, little one,
in a bad way,
did you love me?
Do you spite me?
Time will tell if I can be well,
and rise to meet you rightly.
While, moving across my land,
brandishing themselves
like a burning branch,
advance the tallow-colored,
walleyed deer,
quiet as gondoliers,
while I wait all night, for you,
in California,
watching the fox pick off my goldfish
from their sorry, golden state--
and I am no longer
afraid of anything, save
the life that, here, awaits.
I don't belong to anyone.
My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
I don't want to be alone.
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn,
and I have torn my soul apart, from
pulling artlessly with fool commands.
Some nights
I just never go to sleep at all,
and I stand,
shaking in my doorway like a sentinel,
all alone,
bracing like the bow upon a ship,
and fully abandoning
any thought of anywhere
but home,
my home.
Sometimes I can almost feel the power.
And I do love you.
Is it only timing,
that has made it such a dark hour,
only ever chiming out,
"Cuckoo, cuckoo"?
My heart, I wear you down, I know.
Gotta think straight,
keep a clean plate;
keep from wearing down.
If I lose my head,
just where am I going to lay it?
(For it has half-ruined me,
to be hanging around,
here, among the daphne,
looming out of the big brown;
I am native to it, but I'm overgrown.
I have choked my roots
on the earth, as rich as roe,
here,