Going Back To Cali
[ Life After Death ] - By: Notorious B.I.G

[Biggie] Yo!
[Puff Daddy] Yo Big wake up wake up baby
[Biggie] Mmm, yo...
[Puff Daddy] Yo Big wake yo' ass up c'mon
[Biggie] I'm up! I'm up. I'm up I'm up
[Puff Daddy] Big, wake up!
[Biggie] I'm up baby, what the fuck, man? What's up?
[Puff Daddy] C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
[Biggie] Mmm, yeah
[Puff Daddy] Yo Big Big, Big
[Biggie] Yeah I hear you dog, I hear you, alright, 7:30
[Puff Daddy] Yo take down this information
[Biggie] Ain't no pen
[Puff Daddy] Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin, can you do that?
[Biggie] Aight honey, yeah write this down
[Puff Daddy] Aight, ummm, flight 504
[Biggie] Five-oh-four
[Puff Daddy] Leaving Kennedy
[Biggie] Kennedy
[Puff Daddy] On the L.A.X.
[Biggie] Oh! Cali?
[Puff Daddy] No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
[Biggie] Ahh, no doubt, aight
[Puff Daddy] You aight?
[Biggie] I'm up, I'm up
[Puff Daddy] Yo Big
[Biggie] I'm up man
[Puff Daddy] Flight 504
[Biggie] Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport
[Puff Daddy] California
[Biggie] Yeah

When the lala hits ya, lyrics just splits you
Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against you
Format bent you, back through that maze I sent you
Talkin to the rap inventor, nigga with the game tight
Hit that flame right, spell my name right
B-I-double G-I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Caesar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the chedda, nobody do it betta
Goin back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed, sticky green
No seeds, bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
Get up in the hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk the licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
And my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'm a 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 one
Sippin on booze in the house of blues

CHORUS:
I'm going, going,
Back, back,
To Cali, Cali

If I gotta choose a coast, I gotta 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 cess in the West, y'all niggas is a mess
Thinkin I'm going 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, 213s, 313s, B-I-G
Frequently floss hoes at Rosco's
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Cristo, with some freaks from Frisco

CHORUS

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 5 blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
Paid a visit to Versace stores
Lets see somethin till I ain't got no more
Only in L.A., bust on bitches daily
Rub it in they tummy, lick it, say it's yummy
Then fuck yo man, what's yo plans
Is it to rock the Tri-state
Almost gold, 5 G's and showgate
Or do you wanna see about 7 digits
Fuck hoes, exquisite, Cali, great place to visit

CHORUS

Submitted by: Propmaster on 6/28/2001 12:17:44 PM

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