Notorious B.I.G. - Going Back To Cali Lyrics
*phone number being dialed**phone rings three times*[biggie] yo![p. dad] yo big wake up wake up baby[biggie] mmm, yo...[p. dad] yo big wake yo ass up cmon[biggie] Im up! Im up. *mumbling* Im up Im up[p. dad] big, wake up![biggie] Im up baby, what the *****, man? whats up?[p. dad] cmon now its 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] aint 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[biggie] 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] Im up, Im up[p. dad] yo big[biggie] Im up man[p. dad] flight five-oh-four[biggie] alright 7:30 ima meet you at the airport[p. dad] california[biggie] yeh*phone clicks*Verse one: notorious b.i.g.When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits yaHead so hard, that ya hat cant fit yaEither Im witcha or against yaFormat venture, back through that maze I sent yaTalkin to the rap inventorNigga wit the game tight, bic that flame rightSpell my name right, b-i, double-g, i-eIced out lights out, me and cease-a-leoGettin head from some chick he knowSee its all about the cheddar, nobody do it betterGoing back to cali, strictly for the weatherWomen, and the weed -- sticky greenNo seeds ***** please, poppa aint softDead up in the hood, aint no love lostGot me mixed up, you drunk them licks upMad cause I got my dick suckedAnd my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mineIma spell my name one more time, check itIts the, n-o, t-o, r-i, oU-s, you just, lay down, slowRecognize a real don when you see juan/oneSippin on booze in the house of bluesChorus: repeat 4xIm going going, back back, to cali caliVerse two: notorious b.i.g.If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the eastI live out there, so dont go thereBut that dont mean a nigga cant rest in the westSee some nice breasts in the westSmoke some nice sess in the west, yall niggaz is a messThinkin Im gon stop, givin l.a. propsAll I got is beef with those that violate meI shall annihilate theeCase closed, suitcase filled with clothesLinens and things, I begin thingsPeople start to flash, 818s, 213s313s, b.i.g.Frequently floss hoes at roscoesIf I wanna squirt her, take her to fatburgerSpend about a week on venice beachSippin crist-o, with some freaks from friscoChorusVerse three: notorious b.i.g.Cali got gunplay, models on the runwayScream biggie biggie gimme one more chanceI be whippin on the freeway, the nyc wayOn the celly-celly with my homeboy lancePass hash from left to rightOnly got five blunts left to light, Im set tonightPaid a visit to versace storesBet she suck until I aint got no more, only in l.a.Bust on *****es be-lly, rub it in they tummyLick it, say its yummy, then ***** yo man***** your plan, is it to rock the tri-state?Almost gold, 5 gs at show gateOr do you wanna see about seven digits***** hoes exquisite, cali, great place to visitChorusChorusChorus: again to fade
