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Talk: Uh... I mean i'm just sittin' right here. Check out this Lady right here! Baby you hot! I mean you sexy! Oh my God! Let me ask you one question... Where you from anyway? Chorus: She's Miss California, hottest thing in West LA. House down by the Water, sails her yacht across the bay. Drives a Marinello, Hollywood's her favorite scene. Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name. Verse1: She's a rich girl from the top of the food chain, Love and material things, kinda lonely, till i met her at the Grammy's, ten mill on a diamond ring. She invites me for a day at the Jet Ski's At first it didn't mean a thing. Then she told me I'm the one that she searched for. It was hard to believe. Chorus Verse2: In a couple of days she had me a bracelat Made from Harry Winstons place Went on horseback riding up to the mountains top, showin' me the land that she got. Well it's all right, but something else is on your mind, looking past all that shines Now the tears are running through All those things are nice, but that's not why i'm here I will wipe away your tears Simply by just loving you Chorus x2 Talk: And there you have it. I mean, she just love the way i do my bling-bling From the Ghetto to Beverly Hills, baby, now i want everybody on the dancefloor to just shake it. I mean, I want to get down, cause we hot tonight, baby! We on fire! Now tell these cats where you from... Chorus x2 Talk: Como esta's senorita. Yo we got 'Pretty Pras' up in here, we got Dante up in here and it's on like that. That's right, that's right. Now all y'all cats that's talking, That jebreezy. Please stop it, Mon! We can't take it no more. Now tell them cats where you from, baby! C'mon let'em know...