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by Dorothea Lange, 1936 From [|Here]

"You ain't never been to California?" "No, we ain't." "Well, don' take my word. Go see for yourself." "Yeah," Tom said, "but a fella kind a likes to know what he's gettin' into." "Well, if you truly wanta know, I'm a fella that's asked questions an' give her some thought. She's a nice country. But she was stole a long time ago. You git acrost the desert an' come into the country aroun' Bakersfield. An' you never seen such purty country--all orchards an' grapes, thiry feet down, and that lan's layin' fallow. But you can't have non of that lan'. That's a Lan' and Cattle Company. An' if they don't want ta work her, she ain't gonna git worked. You go in there an' plant you a little corn, an' you'll go to jail!...Gonna be deputy sheriffs, an' they'll push you aroun'. You camp on the roadside an' they'll move you on. You gonna see in people's face how they hate you. An'--I'll tel you somepin. They hate you 'cause they're scairt." John Steinbeck, //The Grapes of Wrath.// 1936.

Tupac lyrics only half a century later California love!

//[1]//-California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

//[Verse One: Dr. Dre]//

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a //[repeat 1]//

//[2]//-Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it...

//[Verse Two: 2Pac]//

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol the life of a west side playa where cowards die and its all ball Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! //[rpt 1]//

//[dre]// now make it shake...

//[rpt 2]//

//[Outro: Dre, 2Pac]//

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko //[Tupac]// hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadena, where you at yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good (Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side

yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love

(music video for this song, fast foward a minute or two to hear it) media type="youtube" key="8av_ftCIrc8"

This is just a video I found on YouTube, some guy singing about how much he loves California media type="youtube" key="kQzaRcNSrLs" 2nd Reflection 3rd Wall