Going Back to Cali Songtext
von The Notorious B.I.G.
Going Back to Cali Songtext
*phone rings three times*
(P. Dad) Yo Big wake up wake up baby
(Biggie) Mmm, yo...
(P. Dad) Yo Big wake yo' ass up c'mon
(Biggie) I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up
(P. Dad) Big, wake up!
(Biggie) I'm up diddy, what the fuck, man? What's up?
(P. Dad) C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7: 30 flight
(Biggie) Mmm, *mumbling* yeah
(P. Dad) Yo Big Big, Big
(Biggie) Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7: 30
(P. Dad) Yo take down this information
(Biggie) Ain't no pen
(P. Dad) Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin
(Biggie) Aight honey, yeah write this down
(P. Dad) Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four
(P. Dad) Leaving Kennedy
(Biggie) *mumbling* Kennedy
(P. Dad) On the L-A-X
(Biggie) Oh! Cali?
(P. Dad) No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
(Biggie) Ahh, no doubt, aight
(P. Dad) You aight?
(Biggie) I'm up, I'm up
(P. Dad) Yo Big
(Biggie) I'm UP man
(P. Dad) Flight five-oh-four
(Biggie) Alright 7: 30 I'ma meet you at the airport
(P. Dad) California
One: Notorious B.I.G.
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 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
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
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
Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818's, 213's
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco
Three: Notorious B.I.G.
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
Paid a visit to Versace stores
Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on bitches be-lly, 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 G's at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit
again to fade
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Roger Troutman, Chris Wallace, Ostin Harvey Jr Copyright: Rubberband Music, Rubber Band Music Inc., A Side Music LLC O.B.O. Rubber Band Music Inc., Big Poppa Music, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Emi-april Music, Emi April Music Inc., Justin Combs Publishing Company Inc., Saja Music Co. Lyrics powered by www.musiXmatch.com