Going Back To Cali - Club Mix

Uh, when the la-la hits your lyrics just split ya

Head so hard that your hat can't fit ya

Either I'm with you or against ya

Format bent ya, back through the maze I sent ya

Talking to the rap inventor

Nigga with the game tight, fifth that flame right

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

Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-A-Leo (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Getting 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

Recognise a real don when you see one

Sipping on booze in the house of blues

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (California) (uh-huh)

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 nigga can't rest in the West

See some nice breast in the West

Smoke some nice cess in the West, y'all niggas is a mess

Thinking I'm gon' stop giving L.A. 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

Beeper start to flash, 818's 213's, 313's, B.I.G

Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's (uh-huh)

If I wanna squirt her, take her to fatburger

Spend about a week on Venice beach

Sippin' Crist-o with some freaks from Frisco

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (California) (uh-huh) (we know, we know)

Cali got gunplay, models on the runway

Scream "Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance"

I be whipping 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 suck it 'til I ain't got no more, only in L.A

Bust on bitches belly, rub it in their tummy

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

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

Almost gold, five Gs a show date

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 (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali, Cali (I'm going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)

I'm going, going, back, back

To Cali, Cali (going back to Cali)