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Going Back to Cali
by The Notorious B.I.G.



When the lala hits
The lyrics jus splits you
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against you
Form that bent you
Back through the maze I sent you
Talkin to tha rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight
Fit that flame right
Spell my name right B-I double G-I-E
Iced out lights out
Me and Cees-a-leaah
Gettin head from some chick he know
See its all about the chedda
Nobody do it betta
Goin back tah Cali
Strictly for tha weatha
Women, and the weed
Stinky green
No cees bitch please
Poppa ain't soft
Get up in the hood
Ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up
You drunk them lics 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
Sippin on booze in the house of blues

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

If I got 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 cess in the West
Why'all niggaz is a mess
Thinkin I'm goin 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
818s, 213s, 313s
B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Rosco's
If I want to sport her
Take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crisco
With some freaks from Frisco

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, 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 NYC way
On the celly-celly with mah 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.
Motherfuckin 'zelay
Rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say its yummy
Then fuck yo man
Fuck yo plans
Is it to rock tha tristate?
Almost gold
5 gz and showgate
Or do you want to see about 7 digits
Fuckin hoes, exquisite
Cali great place to visit

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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written by Wallace, Christopher / Harvey, Osten S / Troutman, Roger
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC