Paroles Going Back to Cali (Club Mix) par The Notorious B.I.G.

Goin' back to Cali (Uh)

When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just split ya
Head so hard that your hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against ya
Format bent ya, back through that maze I sent ya
Talking to the rap inventor
N***a 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
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, b*t*h 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 d**k suckеd
And my balls licked, forfeit, the gamе 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
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 (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (California)

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 n***a can't rest in the west
See some nice breast in the west
Smoke some nice sess in the west, y'all n***as 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, 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 Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco

I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (California)
Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream, "Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance"
I be whipping on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pa** hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
Met a b*t*h at the Versace store
Said she suck it 'til I ain't got no more, only in L.A. 
Bust on b*t*hes belly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then f**k 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?
F**k hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit

I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going-going back-back to Cali-Cali (Going back to Cali)