Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Back to Cali, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Going Back to Cali |
| Yo! |
| Yo Big wake up wake up baby |
| Mmm, yo… |
| Yo Big wake yo' ass up c’mon |
| I’m up! |
| I’m up. |
| *mumbling* I’m up I’m up |
| Big, wake up! |
| I’m up baby, what the fuck, man? |
| What’s up? |
| C’mon now it’s a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight |
| Mmm, *mumbling* yeah |
| Yo Big Big, Big |
| Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30 |
| Yo take down this information |
| Ain’t no pen |
| Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin |
| Aight honey, yeah write this down |
| Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four |
| Five-oh-four |
| Leaving Kennedy |
| mumbling Kennedy |
| On the L-A-X |
| Oh! |
| Cali? |
| No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper |
| Ahh, no doubt, aight |
| You aight? |
| I’m up, I’m up |
| Yo Big |
| I’m UP man |
| Flight five-oh-four |
| Alright 7:30 I’ma meet you at the airport |
| California |
| Yeh |
| 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 Ceasar 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 |
| 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 |
| 313's, 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 |
| 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 |