Going Back to Cali

When the lala hits ya, lyrics just splits ya

Head so hard that your hat can't fit ya

Either I'm witcha or against ya

Format bent ya, back through that maze I sent ya

Talkin' to the rap inventor

****, with the game tight, fifth of that flame right

Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E

Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo

Gettin' head from some chick he know

See, it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better

Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather

Women and the weed, sticky green

No seeds, bitch please, Poppa ain't soft

Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost

Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up

Mad 'cause I got my dick sucked

And my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine

I'ma spell my name one more time, check it

It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O

U-S, you just lay down, slow

Recognize a real Don when you see one

Sippin' on booze in the House of Blues

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Cali, ah)

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

If I got to choose a coast, I got to choose the East

I live out there, so don't go there

But that don't mean a **** can't rest in the West

See some nice breasts in the West

Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all **** is a mess

Thinkin' I'm gon' stop, givin' LA props

All I got is beef with those that violate me

I shall annihilate thee

Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes

Linens and things, I begin things

Beepers start to flash

818's, 213's, 313's, B.I.G.

Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's

If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger

Spend about a week on Venice Beach

Sippin' Cristo, with some freaks from Frisco

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Cali, ah)

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

Cali got gunplay, models on the runway

Scream, "Biggie, Biggie gimme One More Chance"

I be whippin' on the freeway, the NYC way

On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance

Pass hash from left to right

Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight

Met a bitch at the Versace store

Said she'd suck until I ain't got no more, only in LA

Bust on bitches belly, rub it in they tummy

Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man

What's your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?

Almost gold, five G's at show gate

Or do you wanna see about seven digits?

Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Cali, ah)

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Cali, ah)

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Cali, ah)

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Cali, ah)

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali