Y'all know me, purple and wrinkly, and we’ll never go away
Hated on by most these groceries who got cheese, quick meals with MSG's
We’re sun dried with no seeds, no fat, no preservatives, and gluten free
Mad at me cause I’m an affordable shelf stable type of grocery
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks, you should add us to your wall
full of snacks, hanging out in the kitchen in back of the shelf in the pantry
Did y'all think we’ll sell out to “dope beats”? No please
you better pull out those old LPs, What you think rock was in the 50’s?
Who you think brought you the oldies
“Tutti Frutti”, “Cool Jerk”, and “At the Hop”
“Get a Job” and “Aint too Proud to Beg”
We’re the group that said “heard it through the Grapevine”
Gave you a box full of dried grapes
To eat when you’re at work on your break
And when your salad or trail mix wasn't tasting so good
Who's the raisin they told you to go eat?
Y'all better listen up closely, all you groceries that said we should play pop
‘Cause the oldies flop, y'all are the reason the Raisins ain't been getting no play
We play real rock, Rock n’ Roll, if y'all don't like it, eat bologna
Y'all are gonna keep messing around mistake me for a chocolate chip in a cookie

Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got nothing to eat
But what you think comes out the radio or the fridge
It’s just all a bunch of trash
And everybody acts like they forgot about the raisins

Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got nothing to eat
But what you think comes out the radio or the fridge
It’s just all a bunch of trash
And everybody acts like they forgot about the raisins

So what do you say if those raisins you hate
Or anyone tryna bring candy your way
Think you can find things in a tastier way
Watch the video tape performance in clay
One day we played with this guy
With a Walkman on
His name was Lick Broccoli
He was a clamorous guy
And we signed up with him like on the spot
With Leonard Lima bean
I don't really care about the fame or not
It’s harder to play and write meaningful songs
with this new contract
Right next to this hubris stick of raucous green foliage
Hopping around with two broken speakers
Trying to call the shots
This ain’t music, did we sell out?
I'mma quit playing in this sonorous enigmatic broccoli band
And Rudy Bega came through
Lima bean had a burnt contract
With a cigar in his hand he had turned into ashes
And we still got out
From here on out The California Raisins grew
Forgotten today, but tomorrow's anew
And we’re still poco enough to choke you to death if you do not chew
We’re the California Raisins, sweeter than a box of any candies
With our Motown beats in our high top sneaks
When we came out in the mid-80s
“The California Raisins” sorry, Will Vinton died early
There's no way that you can recreate me, it's okay, they should still try anyway

Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got nothing to eat
But what you think comes out the radio or the fridge
It’s just all a bunch of trash
And everybody acts like they forgot about the raisins

Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got nothing to eat
But what you think comes out the radio or the fridge
It’s just all a bunch of trash
And everybody acts like they forgot about the raisins

If it was up to me, you animators would start coming up to me
With nostalgic intent looking out to me, like you wanna try something new
When our cartoon was out, you wasn't watching me
Back then we represented this fruit company
Everybody wanna come to me to anthropomorphize
But it won't be the same as me
'Cause we’re animated by Will Vinton
He made 'em all, all them little raisins
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around talking bout a remake? There won’t be one
What you think we selling out, cause we play well off?
Now we sit around the pantry day till someone dusts us off
They try to get in the box with a pen or a knife
Tryin' to peel this damn label off
We ain't havin' that, this has been the millennium of CGI
It ain't gonna be Claymation after that
We’ll give you one more platinum track of Motown, we’re gonna take you back
So what do all these modern rappers have?
It's like they mumblin’ in every track
But all you classic cats
Know that we’re the California Raisins
And we are coming from the California Vineyards

Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got nothing to eat
But what you think comes out the radio or the fridge
It’s just all a bunch of trash
And everybody acts like they forgot about the raisins

Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got nothing to eat
But what you think comes out the radio or the fridge
It’s just all a bunch of trash
And everybody acts like they forgot about the raisins

Nowadays everybody wanna act like they got nothing to eat
But what you think comes out the radio or the fridge
It’s just all a bunch of trash
And everybody acts like they forgot about the raisins