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Sister, I'm in love with you.
Lightning, fire, shining on the choir.
Just like I prayed for it to do.

I dreamed I flew over the Sacramento Mountains,
Over

I was always grounded
But then I'd sneak away again and drive up to the mountains
Sacramento, Santa Cruz, San Jose
Even Oakland, Santa Rosa, Redwood

to the early spring
Where the ships roll in 
And the robin sings his song
Lord I've been away too long

I'm going home to Sacramento 
To the west coast

rains all day
I want it to stay
In that cold December rain it pours all day
Sacramento to LA
Funny how the season changes fill these blank pages
The sun

We travelled everywhere
We climbed mountains great and small
We went searching thru all of the highs and lows
Going wherever the winds would call

To see his lovely bride, from Mexico he came
Through the hills of Sacramento, Murrieta was his name
Then one night, knocking on his cabin door

California

Chuck Berry

Rock It

1979

California, California
Much has been told me about your beautiful sunshine
Mountains and snow tops, valleys and rich crops
California, home so far

to San Jose,
To the valley of Sacramento,
To the valley of Sacramento.

I even heard it said she’s livin’ in Albuquerque,
Albuquerque - New Mexico way,
My

Follow Me Gangster

50 Cent

Cradle 2 the Grave

2003

[Chorus] 
[Lloyd Banks] 
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss 
Rope and a cross 
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus 
Your mountains is

cry
I love the engine speeding through the mountain
Love me under the radio skies
Holy rollers hiding in the outskirts 
Smoking pipe under Sacramento

I'm on my way to California
Skulls and bones
Line my Nevada roam
So I won't stop
Til I reach the promise land
Stepped into Sacramento at the end of May

keys
Joel Embiid JaVale McGee
I'm blocking these niggas, the paint is not free
I'm out in the mountains Young Thug imma ski
They call me the Lorax I

King of California

Dave Alvin

King of California

1994

please shed no tears
But I think that it's fair to warn you
That I return to claim your hand
As the King of California

Over deserts hot and mountains cold

all-up-in my bag a lil
Little bit-uh sax or fiddle for this Sacramento 

Oh my God Oh my God
Take a trip into the mountain get to know my God 
Don't cramp my

Student of the game, imma get better
Young black king up in royalty
Sacramento shit no Chris Webber
A nigga finally got his shit together
Keep it that way

skills they never touch my loads
Niggas just got off hearsay they don't really know
I was in the mountains with the white boy he really grow
Catch me out

Pounds of the smoke 
Mountain of cash 
My Lil bitch sweet 
Thick as bitch
Yours got no ass
All of my niggas is paid 
You Just be in the way
Euro

a locomotive
Made my way through South Dakota
Came upon a mighty mountain
With faces on its face
I rode that train to Arizona
They sent me on to California
Said

hymen, drifting down ya street like a slab thas off alignment, ain had a easy A since AP English no assignments, life is like a mountain it's a struggle

believe what I say
And by dawn uh huh
I'll be gone uh huh
I keep chasing the sun one day I may push on to Sacramento
Woah woah woah woahhhhh
Beyond

hymen, drifting down ya street like a slab thas off alignment, ain had a easy A since AP English no assignments, life is like a mountain it's a struggle

Yeah
Aye

You still smoke Runtz

You still smoke Runtz
I been on Hindu Kush for the past month
I don't fuck with punks
I'm at the mountain top