Going Back To Cali Lyrics

When the lala hits ya, lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya

Talkin' to the rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B I double G I E
Iced out lights out, me an' Ceasea Leo

Gettin' head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Goin' back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women an' 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

An' 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 goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' 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 nigga can't rest in the West
See some nice breasts in the West

Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggaz is a mess
Thinkin' I'm gon' stop, givin' L.A. props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee

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Linens an' things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818s, 213s
313s, 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' Cristos, with some freaks from Frisco

I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' 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 N.Y.C. 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
Paid a visit to Versace store
Then she suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A.

Bust on bitches belly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 Gs at show gate

Or do you wanna see about seven digits?
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit

I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali

I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali

I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali