There I was on Wilshire street When she caused a riot I knew when she looked at me She set my soul on fire Just three seconds 1, 2, 3 And Bon voyage for poor ole me Oh that body, Oh mommy I was feening for her company One day, Imma ball like Andre Catch me on the runway of the world Dreaming, California Dreaming Of the BIG money and the girl I asked her name As it began to rain And the clouds all changed to purple She smiled And then she licked her lips Placed her hands upon her hips And she blew your boy a kiss I can't believe that this was happening Thought I broke the habit But still, I chase the rabbit I just gotta have it I love to chase a bad bitch Not to be a savage I just don't want the average no One day, Imma ball like Andre Catch me on the runway of the world Dreaming, California Dreaming Of the BIG money and the girl